On Father's Day, we headed out for a couple nights' worth of vacation on Shelter Island, which is at the east end of Long Island.
On the way out, we caught lunch in Southold at North Fork Table and Inn and then visited a small goat farm before finding the ferry to Shelter Island.
Greenport, where the ferry is, had a carousel-- so of course she went for a ride. I'm enjoying the carousel trend. This was her third.
On Shelter Island, we stayed in a studio cottage at the Pridwin Hotel. Unfortunately, I never remember to take pictures of our accommodations until after we've totally destroyed the place. The cottage was small, but worked well for what we needed.
A sunset from our porch:
Chipmunk:
Dandelion:
The hotel swimming pool (Sean took this picture from our porch of Josephine and me swimming):
The water was pretty cold, though it was definitely do-able in full sun, especially for a pregnant woman who is constantly overheated and desperate to feel weightless. I LOVED every moment in that pool.
Josephine, afterwards, in her towel "cocoon" and bursting free as a butterfly...
... and then plotting all sorts of disturbances to inflict upon her otherwise restful mom...
... like using the room key to perform ear surgery:
It's really no wonder that I love ALL pictures of Josephine sleeping.
Our last night there, we rode the ferry back across to Greenport for dinner...
...and then upon our return had dessert while watching the sunset.
On the way back home the following day, we drove out to Montauk and through the Hamptons, just to see those places. We also spent about an hour out on the beach at a state park along the way... another one of the increasingly frequent instances of me being enormously relieved that Sean has the energy to keep up with her, while I lie there, relishing the horizontal position.
It was a fun vacation-- our final one as a family of three. We kept reminding each other to appreciate the relative simplicity of it. We're all excited about the little newcomer, but we do cherish this phase of our family's story, so there's something bittersweet about the closing of another chapter.
...ooor maybe I'm just doused in extra hormones and prone to large bouts of sentimentality.
Or maybe I'm tired and wondering how it's possible to juggle another human and his needs.
Or maybe it's just easy to cling to what one knows and hard to ward off nervousness about the unknown future.
Or maybe all of the above.
Regardless of the underlying inspiration, let's just say we mindfully relished this last little hurrah. :)
