Wow. There is so much to write about this trip. I will try to keep it short though so I can somewhat catch up on my posts…
So we started out our trip with a bump in the road..or a malfunctioning alarm clock. We missed our flight. Boo. My first missed flight in my life. Being the normally on time person that I am, this stressed me out quite a bit. We found a new flight and got to the airport a couple hours later.
Upon arriving, we were greeted by a poop explosion on behalf of Mr. Bastian, which included finding a piece of Hurley catalog he had eaten the day before. New pants and a new diaper later, we were on our way, shuffling through the airport, infant in hand, with great ease.
Then we got on the airplane. Dun, dun, dun.
It was at that point we realized we had someone with us who wished to test out their voice. For the next two hours, we would find ourselves doing everything we could to attempt to stop the screeches and screams coming from our little guy. You might think it was the pressure in his ears….nope. We took all the necessary precautions for that. He just wanted to scream. Screaming for fun, screaming out of frustration cause he wants to do something he couldn’t, etc, etc. He just wanted to hear himself. It was fun. Real fun.
We then landed in Boston, picked up our rental car and made our way to our hotel on Newbury Street. We spent the next 24 hours checking out shops in the area, and realizing how much of Boston we were really missing out on. After deciding we would definitely need a return trip some day, we climbed back in our car to start out trek up the Maine Coast.
Our first stop would be Pemaquid Point. We stayed in a bed and breakfast called The Bradley Inn. Upon arriving, we went for a walk to see the Pemaquid Point Lighthouse. Then we returned to the Inn and went on a hunt to find one of Maine’s top 10 lobster shacks. We grabbed a bite to eat and returned to the inn to attempt to put our child to sleep.
By now, it was becoming very clear to us that Bastian’s sleep cycle was way out of wack. He was screaming and crying and refusing to go to sleep. We even tried a car ride, which we never do, with no luck. Anyone who has ever stayed in a bed and breakfast knows, this is no where you want to have a screaming infant. Ugh. We were drained and stressed. After a while, we finally got him to sleep. Out of fear of him waking again, we spent the next couple hours laying on the floor in halfway in our bathroom, whispering and reading. I found some bit of relief in knowing that one day, we would find ourselves laughing about this. But now, not so funny.
The next day, Friday, we packed back up and headed up to Bar Harbor. (hint for all you new parents out there…don’t take your baby on a road trip. I’m not talking about a drive to one location. I’m talking about the kind of road trip where you are driving and sleeping in a new place every night.) We really enjoyed Bar Harbor. It was more touristy, but actually quite nice. Our bed and breakfast, The Yellow House, was a little off the beaten path, which was super nice. The inn keepers were awesome. They started out the evening with a wine and cheese hour, which was greatly needed by us. Haha.
Saturday, we spent a few hours driving around in Acadia National Park, which was BEAUTIFUL!! We went to the top of Cadillac Mountain, saw Sand Beach, Thunder Hole, Otter Cliffs, and much more beautiful landscaping. Then we got lost and Mr. T(our GPS) had to save us. Thanks Mr. T., you somewhat have my respect again.
We then drove down to Camden, where Ian’s body decided to be deathly ill. We stayed at the Windward House. Bastian and I left Ian to sleep, and went on a stroll around town. It was actually very peaceful and relaxing. We brought Ian home some Genuine New England Clam Chowder. It was super yummy.
Sunday we woke to begin our journey back to the Boston airport, after a quick walk around town to show Ian what he missed the day before. Can I just say Ian was a trooper? Seriously. I’m pretty sure he pretended he was better the whole day, just so we could finish out our trip.
Along the way, we stopped at Red’s Eats. Let me just tell you how I normally plan our vacations…Food. I see where we can get the best food and that is (in my mind) what our trip revolves around. I love food. I should be a foodie. I told Ian that. He laughed. Whatever. 🙂 Anyways, like I mentioned before, I had researched Maines top 10 lobster shacks, and the number one in Maine was Red’s Eats. It was seriously a small shack on the side of the road. You would never guess this place would be anything special, but with the line wrapping all the way around the block, we knew differently. After standing in line for an hour and enjoying the best lobster roll yet, we left knowing one thing for sure. These people make BANK.
And that was the end of our trip. Well, besides the screaming baby and people staring at us on the plane. Bastian calmed down half an hour into the flight and laid on me for the rest of it. This can only be explained as an act of God. So, thank you God. 🙂
So much for this post being short.
Here’s a few pictures from the trip. You’ll just have to come visit us to see more. 🙂 And a chesy video I put together of a few clips from our trip. It’s my first video making, so bear with me. Is that the correct bear?
One Plus Two Makes Three 