Thank you for putting up with what I am calling "The Interlude of the Fantastic Fake Deer" for a while much longer than I had expected. You see, I had barely any time at all to try and digest my travels in Portland before I was on a plane again, this time for five and a half freaking hours (with a toddler) which is how long it takes to exit the wonderous fantasy land otherwise known as the Left Coast and enter what the rest of you poor people call reality.

Austin, a little person who cares about nobody's reality but his own right now at his tender age of 4, (or whatever it is, I forget) enjoyed his visit to Greater New England immensely.

A quick list as to why:

1. Ice cream

2. Chocolate Ice cream

3. Hotdogs

4. Little Cousins...a.k.a. people who look sort of like himself which is comforting

5. The Atlantic Ocean. Mamma, why haven't you brought me here before?

6. Swimming in the Atlantic Ocean with his Aunt Polly, which was like seeing a previously sedated kindergarten teacher go off her meds and freak out in the splashy waves in only the most child appropriate way possible.

7. Driving in the car. Or should I say sleeping in the car. We would be in that Lincoln for about seven minutes before he dropped his sippy cup and started snoring.