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What I Learned on Summer Vacation

This past weekend I took the boys on a little mini vacation. My cousin-in-law lives in the Boston area, and invited the three of us out for a long weekend. She has lived in Boston practically all of her life, so she forgets about all the fun touristy things there are to do. Knowing my Bubba's love for all things living, I knew a trip to the New England Aquarium was a must. Cousin Jenn decided we should do the whale watch too, since she had never done one.
The aquarium and whale watch were awesome. Both boys enjoyed every bit. We could have spent days in the aquarium. Bubba was in his glory.

And on the whale watch we saw 4 whales up close, several in the distance, a shark, and a jellyfish. Well worth the windy ride out and back.
We also got to spend a day at Jenn's parents house (the husband's aunt and uncle) Saturday. Their house is amazing, tennis courts, pool, and a big enough yard that the big boys were out hitting golf balls.

Jenn and I are very close, despite the fact that she's not my cousin, I get to keep her. Jenn is a musician, has her own band, and her husband is in a band. Their house has a drum set, several guitars, an electric stand up bass, and a piano. Plus lots of other noisy stuff. And she lets the kids have access to all of them. Bubba now wants a drum set.


The weekend was so much fun. I wish it wasn't a five hour drive to get there. We would visit much more often. But the most fun was actually on the ride there. The Big One and I had a lot of fun. And Bubba makes me laugh, usually without meaning too. I am blessed to have two awesome kids. Not sure what I did to deserve them, but being their mom is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Oh yeah, I also learned that I should really take Nine Inch Nails off my iPod before a trip. Nothing like having Closer come on with your almost 14 year old in the car. OOPS!

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