Resolution

These past few months have been admittedly lame for this little blog but hopefully not for the subjects it describes. While I feel badly that I haven't been good at maintaining it, I suspect I'll feel worse in five years when I'll be looking back and will be frustrated that I have little recorded of these busy, wondrous days. Thus I have two New Years' resolutions, one pertains to school and this other to this blog. I resolve to post here every Saturday or Sunday evening for the next year. As this is the first Saturday of the New Year, I am bringing you the first post. Presently, we are traveling down to Charleston to visit the aquarium. H woke up this morning with requests to go the beach. He's been pleading for a beach trip for a couple of months now. Usually it's accompanied with requests to go in Mimi and Poppa's car (the coveted minivan) and to wear bathing suits. Alas, we're packed into the Pilot (not the Odyssey) and there aren't a pair of swim trunks in sight, but we are nevertheless headed down to Isle of Palms beach and to the amazing South Carolina aquarium in downtown Charleston. So far the drive has been peaceful- B spent the first 45 minutes taking apart the CD holder. Deliberately, removing each CD, inspecting it and then handing it forward with a request to play 'Dat One!', he managed to removed all 56,000 CDs and we now have a large pile in the front console.

H has been admiring the large army vehicles that we overtake on the highway. 'That's a loud truck,' he appraises impressed. In other H anecdotes, I've been saving this little one for some time. Mimi went on a trip to Italy with fall with her coworkers. H repeatedly queried as to Mimi's location during her week long absence. 'She's in Italy. That's across the ocean- very far away. She's no doubt eating spaghetti [and probably drinking copious amount of wine],' we told H. Meanwhile, Kate (our lovely new au pair) arranged a playdate with the little girl down the street and her nanny, Emily. When they showed up at the house, Kate introduced them to H. 'Emme-ily' H said slowly then he took a long look at her, 'You are very far away. Across the ocean.' It took us a moment, but apparently, Emily and Italy sound a lot alike.

Update: We've returned from our Charleston trip- a whirlwind 9 hours in the car, 2.5 hours at the aquarium (90% of which was devoted to assuring H that we'd go see boats! and the beach! soon), 1 hour at the beach, and 1 hour at our favorite pizza haunt. As we drove away from the aquarium on our way to the beach (finally), H announced, 'We don't need to go back to the aquarium again... ever!' Geez, that was money well spent.

And now for a few pictures…