
Friday it was Sail Boston 2009 - so we ventured into Boston to see the tall ships. Brian managed to finagle some passes so we were able to board the Argentinian and Russian ships. Garrett was checking out the anchor and trying to get it to move.
Connor sitting on the anchor.
So which part of the ship is the front...is it the bow? Posing for pictures for Grandma.
I probably shouldn't have let Garrett play with the one pipe that was painted bright red - probably meant hot or caution or danger. Thank goodness nothing happened as he turned the wheel a couple hundred times.
One of the American ships from across the harbor.
Chillin' out on the Argentinian ship. A sailor had his eye on Garrett and even came over to say hi to him. It was so cute because Garrett didn't shy away at all.
Uncle Scott, Aunt Laura and baby on board.
Captain Connor
Does that make Garrett the skipper or mate?
The next day we decided to relax. Uncle Kevin arrived in style on the Fung Wah and it was off to the park for a picnic. The boys are waiting patiently for us to finish eating so they could run us around the playground.

Look at the bully's on the playground.
Apparently, Connor was feeling daring because he climbed every piece of equipment on the playground and went down every single slide...there are some slides he always tends to stay away from but this trip he didn't let anything stop him.
Connor and Garrett worked extremely hard building a hotel in the sandbox...all hands on deck.
We had a nice relaxing dinner and then played a game of Cranium which for the first time I lost. Aunt Laura and Uncle Kevin were the big winners and poor Scott took all my abuse. I will not incriminate myself in writing so that is all I will say. The next day was the big event so we needed to be well rested. To be continued.
Connor sitting on the anchor.
So which part of the ship is the front...is it the bow? Posing for pictures for Grandma.
I probably shouldn't have let Garrett play with the one pipe that was painted bright red - probably meant hot or caution or danger. Thank goodness nothing happened as he turned the wheel a couple hundred times.
One of the American ships from across the harbor.
Chillin' out on the Argentinian ship. A sailor had his eye on Garrett and even came over to say hi to him. It was so cute because Garrett didn't shy away at all.
Uncle Scott, Aunt Laura and baby on board.
Captain Connor
Does that make Garrett the skipper or mate?
The next day we decided to relax. Uncle Kevin arrived in style on the Fung Wah and it was off to the park for a picnic. The boys are waiting patiently for us to finish eating so they could run us around the playground.
Look at the bully's on the playground.
Apparently, Connor was feeling daring because he climbed every piece of equipment on the playground and went down every single slide...there are some slides he always tends to stay away from but this trip he didn't let anything stop him.
Connor and Garrett worked extremely hard building a hotel in the sandbox...all hands on deck.
We had a nice relaxing dinner and then played a game of Cranium which for the first time I lost. Aunt Laura and Uncle Kevin were the big winners and poor Scott took all my abuse. I will not incriminate myself in writing so that is all I will say. The next day was the big event so we needed to be well rested. To be continued.































