Cape May

We returned yesterday from a lovely vacation in Cape May, NJ. My husband's parents took us, and his sister was along too.

We were able to hit the beach twice, climb Cape May's lighthouse ( just David, Noah, and me), go on a trolley tour, play 2 games of miniature golf, buy fudge, shop, and eat out way TOO many times. (It was yummy, but I can feel my fat cells stretching even as I type.)

David gave me a special present at the top of the lighthouse: a lovely anniversary diamond ring. What a guy! We've been married 23 years. Here's a picture, taken from the lighthouse.


















On our last day there, something happened that I knew would go down in our family's record of "Remember When's." Every family has them. They come in two varieties, positive and negative. Funny, but there are usually ten times more negative than positive such memories...

This was not a major one, but I thought it funny, and knew it wasn destined to be remembered. David and I had been shopping, with only Noah, in a store that we come back to twice. (The big kids were shopping elswhere.) We eyed the stained glass panels, trying to decide if and which one we'd like for our family room picture window. There was also a large wooden whale that David had shown me last time in. He thought it would look great in Noah's newly painted, nautical-themed bedroom. The thing was so big, I rejected it outright at first viewing. But now, well, I don't know, I was pretty starry-eyed, with that ring and all... I said yes. I also decided on a stained glass panel.

Now this whale was about five feet long, 20" high at the highest part, and about 2" thick. It's meant to be hung from a ceiling or on a wall. As we lugged our loot to the car, I realized, with a sheepish snicker, that the three kids in the back would have to ride home with this thing across their laps. We drove to pick them up, fussed about what was breakable in the car and where it was, and then introdued them to "Moby Dick," as he was immediately named, as in, "What? We have to ride all the way home with Moby Dick there on our laps?!" It wasn't so bad, as it rested on the two outer arm rests, and was about 4" off the kids' laps. Still it was awkward. And David was right, it's going to look great.