A Day at the Zoo

Took advantage of our long weekend and spent a day at Franklin Park and Zoo, here in Dorchester.

The lion kept roaring. Which had the opposite of his desired effect I am sure, as everyone gathered to watch.

A new baby gorilla! Mom and baby were positioned by the window, and the little baby was pressing his mouth against the glass. Of course there was a swarm of kids at the glass as well, making it difficult for me to get a good view. Amira wiggled her way in though.

This duck is on the wrong side of the net!

And Amira learned a new word "Peacock." She picked it up fast, amazed by these beautiful birds wandering around.
The zoo felt pretty big to all of us, and we were all pretty tired at the end of the visit. Amira took her only real nap of the weekend after this visit. She has been having some trouble sleeping lately, not just at nap time but going to bed too. Which leaves mom and dad a little too tired to run around and tire her out during the day. Hopefully this is just a phase. We really enjoy our sleep around here!

Walk in the City

Adrian teaches "Drawing about town" on Sundays.

So Amira and I took a trip into downtown to pick him up from class.

I am downtown during the week for work, and it is a busy place.

But on the weekend, anywhere more than a block from Faneuil Hall is empty.

And there are horses!

But even though we have been living out here for about a decade, I still like these tourist areas.

And Amira certainly does!

Moments of Spring at the Arboretum

We took a walk in the Arnold Arboretum and caught visions of spring. It has been a beautiful weekend here in Boston. Everyone had their dogs out, which made little Amira ecstatic! Her running down hills made mom and dad a little nervous, since her control is, well, lacking. But, we caught her before each potential tumble. Now we are back home, with Adrian and Amira napping.
I wish I had written down the name of some of these trees. The first one is a beech, but that is all I know. Any ideas? Feel free to share...

Walk with Gramma in the woods

My mom, me, and Amira went for a walk on the island across from my parent's house last weekend. We were home to celebrate Adrian's 30th Bday(!!!) Adrian was meanwhile competing with my sister in scrabble, there is an ongoing feud resulting from their scrabble games.

The island that we walk on, we walked on many times when I was a kid. My mom used to tell me that "Indian's" were buried there, and I could tell where the graves were from the bumps in the ground. This spooked me quite a bit as a child, and I still get some eerie feelings when we walk through the woods on the island. Twice human bones were found under the road in front of our house when repair work required digging. This did not ease my ghostly feelings. For years the bridge to the island was closed, and we stopped visiting. Then as an adult, it reopened. And the trails are so familiar. And now everytime we go, we see deer. This time we saw a family of 6. But as I walk through one section, I can't help but think of what the past of this area might have been.