day8

day8: we squeezed in the car and drove to the outskirts of Boston to catch a bus downtown. The girls fought in the backseat because they were squished. We took the bus to the frog pond and took a swan boat ride. We saw the sculptures of the book, Make Way for Ducklings. Eleanor had a meltdown in the park. Gracie screamed like a banshee on the bus ride home. A man on the bus made everybody laugh about it. An older woman got on and stroked Gracie's head and Gracie stopped crying. I smiled. I was at peak stress.

We drove through the Jamaica Plains neighborhood. If we lived in Boston, that's where I would choose. There was a yoga studio that had different color sari fabrics as drapes in the front window; if and when I ever decorate a home, I'd like to do that over a window seat.

Jaime's husband made an african stew and lobsters for dinner; it was really good.