June 2019- Summer in Vermont Begins

Two months into our time in Vermont and we welcomed our first visitors– Chris’s parents! They drove up to spend some time with us and help explore our new area. Due to the tiny nature of our accommodations, they stayed in a time-share condo in Stowe, which is part of a ski resort in the winter and is nestled among the beautiful mountains.
Enjoying a day spent away from our tiny apartment in the city. Look at all the green!
Father-daughter xylophone time. As you do.
Ellie happily reading with Mimi.
The boys man the grill and cook up some delicious meats.
Mimi and Ellie. 💕
Papa sings for Ellie, who is enthralled.
James and Papa were singing together. It was so sweet.
James attempts to swindle Papa at Rummy.
My gorgeous girl.
Such a sweet picture of the kiddos and Mimi & Papa. So grateful to have them in our lives.
Our little family enjoying the day at Von Trapp Bierhall.
I’m not sure who is walking whom…
With the grandparents in town and excited to have some time spoiling the grandchildren, Chris and I took off for a little weekend away in New York City, which is just a very short flight away. We did what we usually do when we visit a big city– we walked. Covering a city on foot always seems like one of the best ways to get a feel for it and we see and experience so much that way. There was a brief period where Chris convinced me to rent one of those Citibikes and attempt to pedal uptown, but multiple near-death experiences in traffic and the realization that it goes uphill as you head uptown (DUH!) let to me quitting. Abruptly. Parking the bike in the nearest station and refusing to pedal any further. He loved it. I hated it. We agreed to disagree on the experience and move on. There are no pictures because it required both hands and all my attention to not die.
Enjoying the amazing view from One World Trade Center.
One of the reflecting pools honoring the former World Trade Center.
Each year on their birthday, a white rose is placed on the name of one who died on 9/11.
It was a truly touching reminder of the losses of that day.
We grabbed a quick selfie before our phones had to be put away at the Comedy Cellar.
It was a really fun experience and we were lucky enough to see Mike Birbiglia!
The sunset view from our hotel’s rooftop bar.
Enjoying some morning coffee outside our hotel. Loved our stay at PUBLIC.
Enjoying the boats in Central Park, but I’m smiling more because I’m no longer on that bike.
Basking in some sunshine at the Cooper Hewitt Museum.
Enjoying a drink while we listened to Blues at a club in the Village.
Terra Blues in the Village.
Taking deep breaths and savoring the delicious smells of Little Italy.
Not pictured is us inhaling a slice of Joe’s Pizza with a guy who may or may not have been Jason Mraz.
The best cannoli I have ever eaten (note: I have not traveled to Italy yet) is from Rocco’s on Bleecker St.
Our sweet boy fell asleep waiting up for us to return home.  Love his heart.
After New York City and the Shenks’ visit, life returned to normal. We continued our playground search, the kids got creative playing together in the apartment, and we found fun, new things to do in Vermont.
Golden curls. 😍
King of the dirt hill!
Slides are better with Dad.
Pillaging and plundering aboard their diaper box pirate ship.
A classic red barn in Vermont. This place truly looks like all the postcards you see.
Enjoying a tiny bluegrass festival in Belvidere.
As always, James found some other kids to play with.
Happy to be outside listening to music on a beautiful day. Except for Ellie, who wants to run.
James and Chris are excited to get back to work on the Porsche.
Another day, another playground.
Happy Father’s Day to the best dad I could have ever wanted for my kids. Love you!
Spending the day with his family at a car show makes for a pretty happy Chris.
Could she be any cooler? Little Miss Sassypants.
James takes the local fire truck for a spin.
Thanks, Shelburne Museum, for making this guy happy by looking at cars on Father’s Day.

4 Responses

  • I will have to remember Rocco’s for the next time I visit New York and want a cannoli. We were sadly disappointed with our cannoli experience in New York in September.
    It still amazes me how similar our husbands are. That would have been Owen’s best Father’s Day as well, at a car show with his family.
    🙂

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