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Weekend Snapshots: Mother’s Day Edition

On Saturday, we took a field trip to Brooklyn to visit our friends Brian and Lauren, do a little puddle-jumping, and eat bacon-gravy biscuits at Char No. 4.

The rain ended up trapping us at brunch for longer than we intended, which was okay because the place has Bourbon Bloody Marys, and less okay because our son has developed a newfound fascination with "stretching his vocal cords", which is just the term that nice people who don't want to make me feel bad in places like restaurants and Costco use to describe the fact that my son is shrieking at the top of his lungs and then responding to my frantic efforts to stop him by shrieking some more.

I'm going to call this "a phase" and move on, and then hope he does, as well.

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In The Blossoms

I don't sign up for e-mail lists.

I mean really: who does? You get so much junk mail anyway, there's no need to add more.

I do make one exception, though, and that is when I visit charming orchard-type places within an hour's drive of our home; of all the email lists that exist in the world, that's the one I definitely want to be on.

So when Harvest Moon Farm & Orchard - the North Salem, N.Y. farm that we visited for pumpkin-picking last fall - sent out an email blast saying "Come check out our Apple Blossom Hayride this weekend!" it got opened...

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Weekend Snapshots: Mustaches and Mussels Edition

One of the best side-effects of moving has been that we've made a whole bunch of truly wonderful new friends. Pre-move I remember worrying about that a lot, actually - wondering whether I'd make friends who I just hung around with because...I don't know, we were on the same local committee or something, not because we really had anything in common. Worrying that the years when you bond over the things like enormous life questions and crazy experiences were behind me.

Worry that I wouldn't make friends who - for example - might enjoy a good mustache photo op quite as much as I do.

As it turns out, new parenthood leaves college in the dust when it comes to things like enormous life questions and crazy experiences.

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The D.R., So Far…

This week has been pretty stellar.

We're at a Club Med in the Dominican Republic, and yes: as advertised, Club Med (and this one in particular) is an excellent, excellent choice for a vacation with a toddler. The only con, to me, is the food: it's all sorta buffet-style, and totally fine, but not great. If, however, you're a family with kids that wants to have tons of options, have them available all the time, and be able to get in and get immediately back out to the Object Of Obsession (the pool the pool the pool), it's fantastic...and we're firmly in that category, so this place is perfect for us.

This Club Med is also very specifically set up for families: pretty much everyone is here with kids, and it's more or less a child paradise. There's even a "Baby Club" where you can drop off your child in the playground to end all playgrounds (it's enormous, with on-land structures and water-type structures, and incredibly nice staffers, and an indoor, air-conditioned area for naps) while you do adult stuff (I have a trapeze session scheduled for later on today).

Let's back it up to Saturday.


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