Emma Makes Way for the Ducklings | Boston Bucket List

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPD5Mck-Cd8hi2aUKRSHo-I3L1_BpjlppoQfre_hlhre7fp0QvskmwbAvBlKueyEpLOPGuLdlw0wbGW6CqSso15YhG63gon25nbwfQXcVl3C3uYgKCckkWh1O5N4Q66BaZOTkrpuGigs8/s1600/IMG_8808.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPD5Mck-Cd8hi2aUKRSHo-I3L1_BpjlppoQfre_hlhre7fp0QvskmwbAvBlKueyEpLOPGuLdlw0wbGW6CqSso15YhG63gon25nbwfQXcVl3C3uYgKCckkWh1O5N4Q66BaZOTkrpuGigs8/s640/IMG_8808.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIfUBDTXv58MyGzIL4_KwqpzdUj_0p0YQqjDJqjKnUa5UfwRb-acZcpx91wa4tqBUgAekyU5elS0zWX-60BtCLEvTjPO-rOVs9dq2bd07KAchyAINtSHWDZJXqLr4TaEQN_EpTDtAOfSe/s1600/photo.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIfUBDTXv58MyGzIL4_KwqpzdUj_0p0YQqjDJqjKnUa5UfwRb-acZcpx91wa4tqBUgAekyU5elS0zWX-60BtCLEvTjPO-rOVs9dq2bd07KAchyAINtSHWDZJXqLr4TaEQN_EpTDtAOfSe/s400/photo.jpg" width="312" /></a> As our time in the Boston area is coming to a close, we are checking off the last "to-do's" before we say "ta-ta."  In my daydreaming head I always thought Emma and I would make our way into Boston every now and again to spend the day shopping in the Beacon Hill boutiques and stroll in the Public Garden.  </div><br />Like most well-intentioned daydreams, it seemed to never come to fruition.  How is it that it always seems like the days are too short, but at the same time can sometimes be way too long?  Instead of surrendering to the same ole' outings to target and story time, yesterday Emma and I finally made it "into town."  We made plans!<br /><br />We started with some shopping, then strolling through the park, a visit with a friend, then dinner with more friends and their baby.<br /><br />Left : Emma and I at the "Make Way for the Ducklings" bronze duckling sculptures in the Boston Public Gardens.  As it was just Emma and I spending some mommy and me time, I had an onlooking grandma that was taking photos of her own grandson take this pic of Emma and I with my phone.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD3V4qCtU95W8VroeM_fDytoZzsnfLIthd1rO4ZENSTrPaa9mlC_j32A5Sm9T2qkiL-k3GqTOZJ2FhO8BCPJ5llFufXdsvIahaiUfVqtOpGY4m-jWZjRzofK0Ii662T3SRtJ-16kkUsmc/s1600/photo.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD3V4qCtU95W8VroeM_fDytoZzsnfLIthd1rO4ZENSTrPaa9mlC_j32A5Sm9T2qkiL-k3GqTOZJ2FhO8BCPJ5llFufXdsvIahaiUfVqtOpGY4m-jWZjRzofK0Ii662T3SRtJ-16kkUsmc/s400/photo.jpg" width="326" /></a> About the Ducklings : </div><br />The "Make Way for Ducklings" book was published in 1941 and tells the story of a pair of mallard ducks who decide to raise their family on an island in the Boston Public Garden lagoon.  It won the 1942 Caldecott Metal and is the official children's book of Massachusetts.  <br /><br />The ducklings draw quite a crowd in the garden, to say the least.<br /><h2></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikn6Ie3dz2P1TyQGsCueJ8JTsauh5ULozC665SSUmQCin3aMLoEKqYX8iwkdLd1ehFoj1tpbftpB1VAYSYTj6VWAN4zFL0EnS5J7AchmMKvX-HtoFW_NosBPPjinp0WISjYAJjVFVbEeri/s1600/IMG_8750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikn6Ie3dz2P1TyQGsCueJ8JTsauh5ULozC665SSUmQCin3aMLoEKqYX8iwkdLd1ehFoj1tpbftpB1VAYSYTj6VWAN4zFL0EnS5J7AchmMKvX-HtoFW_NosBPPjinp0WISjYAJjVFVbEeri/s640/IMG_8750.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />The bronze ducklings are in the background as Emma is more fascinated with the grass.  I highly recommend introducing your children to grass at an early age... every time we try to take photos outside, she is more into the grass than smiling at the camera.   <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEclihF0RLxbh_lMK1N_TG7gy9rThGxLtrCIJEIH2WT5qbPtvcDrEqviwmp2Lbm65Nj5UCQFSvBkU1-JWtMl8dUUUNGAfFV2rKtr9ZACa-MItvl-NER0SkhaY_rYJtYkFXuRIhIJIiZeH2/s1600/IMG_8766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEclihF0RLxbh_lMK1N_TG7gy9rThGxLtrCIJEIH2WT5qbPtvcDrEqviwmp2Lbm65Nj5UCQFSvBkU1-JWtMl8dUUUNGAfFV2rKtr9ZACa-MItvl-NER0SkhaY_rYJtYkFXuRIhIJIiZeH2/s640/IMG_8766.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />And her dress.  She loved her dress.  I love that she loved her dress.  And I loved the dress.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPZtfGJkna0o4m018OyLO5FruZY5Wu122B-XwXZKbzXONJHAFkbrVFRANlSclanm1hKP7qZWr2dVLMvqPjSgYB_K5K5kpZPTHMVHJGuAa3Z95QkktDAO1oDjjTcWMVJWWKRZtyBLRVqPF/s1600/IMG_8794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPZtfGJkna0o4m018OyLO5FruZY5Wu122B-XwXZKbzXONJHAFkbrVFRANlSclanm1hKP7qZWr2dVLMvqPjSgYB_K5K5kpZPTHMVHJGuAa3Z95QkktDAO1oDjjTcWMVJWWKRZtyBLRVqPF/s640/IMG_8794.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />And I love her baby eyelashes.  Perfect. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4l29oEhT8ZT3CvFFQ2DueKH5ardmDqRJW_QXV3urnMGXdUL8YR1Kwl_sIMv2txFHh4q8DYunUHSSEx0cBEKiIgX6LOtt2QdfH_mWhsui_thiEbolR2d2D3SOpdCs1vUUfdDcq0dpeRP9/s640/IMG_8833.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />Emma was thrilled with crawling for about 12 hours, and is now only satisfied when she's standing.  Especially in her crib... which nearly scared me to death when I went in her room the other morning to find her smiling at me over the rail like a big girl. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_QV-nlDEWR3s9djmi1Qsr6E51m2gcpCazDjUs8gfktPNXcW8IJnbqF6GTO-b8R7Xj3hXOVaXSw_puZZ63xLanjyWJX3u_AQSeenkr4oWNGKVh8BqAr-7ISQPuQ11LErSkP_RTK3w09bwY/s1600/IMG_8836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_QV-nlDEWR3s9djmi1Qsr6E51m2gcpCazDjUs8gfktPNXcW8IJnbqF6GTO-b8R7Xj3hXOVaXSw_puZZ63xLanjyWJX3u_AQSeenkr4oWNGKVh8BqAr-7ISQPuQ11LErSkP_RTK3w09bwY/s640/IMG_8836.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />After a visit at our friends, we headed to dinner in Beacon Hill to meet some more friends visiting from back home.  Emma, meet Lucca.   <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1AeTHGNPziD_vRBwHJDsE7sOmGfTu3ZbdF9iHgzUAyYqedrzKWg1Wnb-ZBQoDoytP4AUexGfORlV3AVsePgFAer6ZthsF3n-Ty6M3DelcaELp5eNNXA62g8LCC3usxeHgrBa2UoKwzbp/s1600/IMG_8837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1AeTHGNPziD_vRBwHJDsE7sOmGfTu3ZbdF9iHgzUAyYqedrzKWg1Wnb-ZBQoDoytP4AUexGfORlV3AVsePgFAer6ZthsF3n-Ty6M3DelcaELp5eNNXA62g8LCC3usxeHgrBa2UoKwzbp/s640/IMG_8837.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Fast friends.   I planned her parents' wedding 4 years ago.  I'll share photos of it someday.  It was really something (if I may say so myself!).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGA4-vmMPdfjzgKQDOAfKduOBygB5qOCSqy8BDdSgSK79BqJ7gmx41NNIKUcbJh-VLqJLqa_-k2I23SocLzwAVsXdMvj9mtQN6-GOA_7uoj1OMYuNle-BTruMR0IakiDokp1agfwZt00ib/s1600/rctables.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Kt3q0yf8VEtJqIwHUQAnyvveO-i8TVxU64uyotKhi5ojWamHECsivXry-K0v7AYRAY1GJKfT0P_0hdGG4-JVl-nWdCLXfbQtJbA5SNef4fdAoX727dnOULUhyphenhyphenrGL06zGjl_yNGYbr8j_/s640/IMG_8855.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><br />Fast asleep, conveniently right when we hurried out of the restaurant and took another stroll through the park.  <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiud8hb1LVpa-MoOCTPp6PJjU-8waW_I7usan4xKHIvHuw0EdDuZVd0o3ci9Bfax-XbADSL2SGwBd-9p4aKOsDm1wYYduwzY_l-GkBj8Y-zvHnoWUCxCvRZyVelOcU8tgEbyWZQZaLLj-NX/s1600/IMG_8844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiud8hb1LVpa-MoOCTPp6PJjU-8waW_I7usan4xKHIvHuw0EdDuZVd0o3ci9Bfax-XbADSL2SGwBd-9p4aKOsDm1wYYduwzY_l-GkBj8Y-zvHnoWUCxCvRZyVelOcU8tgEbyWZQZaLLj-NX/s640/IMG_8844.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />I asked Mike if he thought Emma was comfortable enough in her stroller.  He laughed. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5dOag1nVA6WGqlzCb_hkBxx9SRztzHy4pYpgTpDuhmHC8Vw7o_TEaOjE7O6CSU3sfNREQoxzZRDo_2-vXLBF4-eeCATQ3kwi-YFEwL13Gosci1k4HTyxVuRm-Y8bXWA936BqajGLKmdh/s640/IMG_8856.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the Four Seasons.  Funny how a couple of years ago a night cap would have been cocktails until 2am.  Now, it is Prosecco (to celebrate that the babies are sleeping) and a giant piece of chocolate cake.</div>

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