Monkeys in Maine?

Well, Saxontologists, I am back from lovely Maine. My dad took my mom for her birthday and, of course, me, the poodles, grandma G, grandpa F and crazy Lucy tagged along for the fun.

This was my first long drive anywhere so my parents weren't quite sure how I would handle the eight hour drive. We woke up pretty early on the morning of the drive and I had my usual hearty breakfast. We got in the car and I immediately fell asleep. Two hours later, I woke up and started crying (well, actually screaming) until I threw up my hearty breakfast all over the car seat, myself and Kari the poodle.

Then, I was quite happy and agreeable...I felt so much better. The bonus was that mom and dad had to make an unscheduled pit stop at the nearest rest stop (why were they holding their noses?) so everyone could get wiped down with baby wipes. I even got to take a little spritz in the rest stop bathroom...ahhhh, so refreshing!








Two hours after that, the rest of my hearty breakfast (who knew there was more?) came out the other end all over my clothes and the carseat. One more unscheduled pit stop, a change into outfit number three and mom and dad's sad attempt to hermetically seal my carseat with grocery sacks to dampen the smell got us back on the road. This is daddy driving really fast to try and air out the car...can you see how the stink is making his eyes tear?




Three outfits, five hundred miles and two worn out parents later, we got to Bernard, Maine, we set up at a house on the ocean. This is the back meadow behind the house that leads to the shore.






Then, it was time to take care of logistics. Dad and I went to the grocery store and bought food for the week (that Grandma G cooked). Sadly, my arms were just slightly too short to reach that number pad to punch in my secret code...SAXON666!


We also went to a nearby lobster pound and dad ate a crab roll. I just got the crummy roll because Mom says no shellfish for a while.















Here I am with my dad outside of our house in Maine. Don't our matching jackets look cool?













Just beyond the meadow behind our house is the water. Dad took me out in this new backpack contraption out there. I have decided that I really like riding in this carrier because I can: (1) pull my dad's hair; (2) pinch the back of his arms; (3) talk to other people face-to-face; and (my favorite) (4) yell deafeningly in my dad's ear. Dad says that he has mixed feelings this newest baby item.

Here I am with mom, dad and the poodles walking on the shore.















Oh yeah, I forgot reason #5 why I like the backpack carrier. It is totally awesome to sleep in.












Grandma, Grandpa and crazy Lucy also came with us on our walks sometimes.



Grandma did some quilting with the dogs too while on vacation.







On my mom's birthday, my dad went fishing and brought back a very alarming item. They tell me that it is called a lobster. I call it disturbing.

I tried to sample the lobster but found the shell much too difficult to gum. This is clearly a job for a baby with a full set of gnashers...sadly, I am not that baby.


Then we opened my mom's birthday present with some help from Kari. I don't remember what she got but I do know that the wrapping paper was tasty.






Next day, we were hiking. Don't I look bad (as in good, not as in bad) in my super phat (not as in heavy, as in super cool) lobster shirt!

Even on vacation, these annoying gates seem to follow me.

They do not understand, however, that they are not dealing with an ordinary baby willing to accept the artifical limitations of wood and plastic. There is no thwarting the machinations of a criminal mastermind! Ha, Ha, Ha!

Here I am with my mom and a seagull in Acadia National Park.

These are the poodles who co-piloted the backseat on the way back home...we were all pretty tired from the trip. The good news is that no, I did not throw up on the poodle a second time...although she is scheduled to be groomed as a result of the first episode.

And that is it crazy Saxontologists! We got home from Maine in record time. My mom had a very nice birthday and told me that she was very happy that she could spend it with me this year. (I was in Maine last year too but I was still in her belly. )

I am jazzed to be home because life in Brooklyn has already taken off with playgroup and music appreciation class (yes, mom signed me up for it...don't tell He-man, he might think it is a bit fruity.) and Halloween coming up. So many adventures to come!