Trip to the Old Country.

In keeping with our recent policy of staying about a month behind the present, here are a few pictures from our annual trip to southern Pennsylvania to acquaint Clara with her pretzely heritage.  We recently discovered (in fact, we were the last members of the human race to do so) that round-trip flights from Boston to Baltimore are practically being given away in Cracker Jack boxes, so we strapped on our wings and travelled down there with the birds.  When we arrived, we checked out the aquarium in Baltimore.  It sure had a lot of fish.  While we were in the area, we engaged in the following:

Wished Clara hadn't snapped her sunglasses in two

Followed the frenetic pace of the three-toed sloth

Threw some tantrums

Marveled at the levitating dolphin

Decorated her face and her shirt

Sampled the local cuisine

Expressed opinions about said cuisine

Stared pensively off into the distance

Got all photogenic at the camera

Had a beach day many miles from the shore

Sampled more local cuisine

Piddled about

Traveled over the hills and through the woods to (great)-grandpa's house

Gave the birdbath attendants a good scrubbing