Saturday, July 3, 2010

Bridgewater

After kind of a long night with Cailin's teething, we got ready to head out to Bridgewater with Pammy. Pammy's Great-Grandparents built a farmhouse there on a beautiful property over 100 years ago. Sadly, I didn't get any pictures of the farmhouse, although I was sure I did. We had lunch on the deck there overlooking the garden. Cailin reached herself a strawberry and proceeded to make a mess out of her new white and green linen outfit from Nanny, even sitting on the remains of it to make sure she included the bloomer bottoms. She loves strawberries! (And no worries, the outfit came clean!)

Cailin got to see her Step-Great Auntie Kathy again, and meet Step-Great Uncle Monty and step cousin Jaclyn (is that how you spell her name?? Let me know and I'll fix it!) Cailin's Step-Great Grampa Frank got to see her in the car as she was napping.

Grampa Frank lives beside the property to the old farmhouse on a cranberry bog! I had fun exploring the yard as Cailin had a nap in the air conditioned car. This is the weir that controls the flow of water out of the bog:
Cailin exploring the farmhouse yard with Pammy and Great Aunt Kathy:
We also took a quick trip down to Crescent Beach. Since cars are allowed on the beach, we drove in, found a spot and parked to take some pictures. There were some houses there on the beach that were beautiful. How amazing to wake up there and get that view!
Pammy took a family picture for us too. Notice Cailin pulling her leg up to inspect sand on her foot. She eventually licked her foot to sample the sand. Still yucky. After her nap, she had a perfect sand ring around her mouth where her suckie used to be.
It was really windy and cool on the beach so we couldn't stay too long. Cailin walked on the sand with help and dipped her toes in the ocean again. The water is really cold!!

Then we drove home to have another delicious meal by Pammy. Cailin's first taste of fish and my first taste of cucumber salad.

Cailin rounded out her busy day by not sleeping very much. Poor teething baby.

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