You ever did see.  Who would guess that right on the outskirts of Boston is an adorable several hundred year-old farm?  It was right around the corner from my sister in law’s place, so we took the boys over to visit the goats.  Unfortunately, the goats were behind an electrified fence so we avoided them for the most part, but had such fun exploring the rest of the farm.  It was just so sweet and unexpected, and I love that it’s a protected landmark so that it can’t be developed (though the real estate has to be worth millions).  It made me smile.  Even the basket of carrots was cute.  Pretty sure the lady working the farmstand thought I was completely nuts taking a million shots of produce like I had never seen a tomato or carrot before in my life.

The wagon we brought along to carry stuff home used to belong to Tim and his sister Kristin when they were little (as you can see by the plates).  Charlie was so proud of himself and insisted on pulling it himself for the entire trip, which did add roughly half an hour to the excursion but such is life with a 3 year old. He was also happy to show me all of the veggies, although he had no idea what they were.

While I was running around taking pictures of everything in sight because I couldn’t get over the cuteness of a farm so close to a major city, the boys were most fascinated with…a bug.  Go figure.

I love the stuff you can find scattered around old farms, like this old plow.

Hotel room fun.  Wow, I am way behind here!  Going to be playing a lot of catch-up trying to get back on track with my 52-week photography project.  I have all the shots, it’s just a matter of uploading, editing, choosing my favorites and then getting them loaded here.  But I’ve been spending every waking moment working on this new site lately so sadly my photography time has suffered as a result!

We just got back from visiting my sister and brother in law in Boston.  It was such fun, we finally got to meet our precious twin nephews.  Our boys were (somewhat) better on the airplane this time around, and they had more of a blast in the hotel room than just about anywhere else in Boston.  Go figure!  We had a great room with a big terrace that overlooked the Charles River, which Charlie started to call “My River” – he was pretty amazed that a river had been named after him.

Here’s Charlie looking out over “My River”:

Charlie and his best friend George.  Charlie is 3 now, so I know that maybe George won’t be his bestie for too much longer.  Already sometimes he tells me he doesn’t need him.  Sigh.  So I recently went out just to catch some images of the lovey that has served him so well, and gone through the washing machine about 8,000 times.  Of course, at first he wanted no part of George since he figured out pretty quickly that I wanted to get pictures of him and George so there wasn’t a lot of cooperation at first.  But we were somewhere new and he decided to start exploring a bit.  George quickly got promoted back to wingman status.