On Saturday, we got up super early, picked up the son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter and headed to the airport.  What could go wrong?  As it turns out, not much.  The flight was quite quick and the baby is a trooper.  Or as they say in Bahston, a troopah.  She did great.

Hertz, not so much.  We waited a very long time on a line that wasn’t moving.  And we are Gold Level.  In theory you see your name on the board and you go straight to the car.  But not this day.  We ended up across the street at Avis.

Here are two photos from the first night in Massachusetts.

I can walk!  Sort of…

Oh Daddy!

On Sunday, we drove to Long Island with a stop to visit family in Connecticut.  We hit massive traffic on the way into NYC and got into our hotel very late.  But the baby did great.  She’s a troppah!

Today we hit the local diner for breakfast then visited with Grand Pa.

Four generations, clockwise from lower-right

That’s father, daughter, grandson and great granddaughter.  Yes, a troopah!

Later we checked out the ocean and dipped the baby’s toes in the Atlantic.  She didn’t love it.  So here’s a before photo instead.

You’re not going to put me in that, are you?

Yup…. she’s a troopah!