Category Archives: Sunday Drivers

Sunday Drivers: Fenway Park edition

For this edition of Sunday Drivers, we swapped the Mazda for the stroller and hit the pavement, sneakers, costumes, and Nugget in tow.

Hello Fenway, nice to meet you on this crisp Autumn morn.

Pedroia, is that you?  Why yes, it is.  That’s a nice beard you’ve cultivated.

And you, Citgo sign, you’re looking awfully sparkly.

Green Monster, what attention to detail you paid.

So there you have it, a group of bozos dressed as Fenway Park took on the Bill’s Pizzeria 5k Sunday morning.  We certainly set no time records, but we had a blast and the costumes held up for the duration of the run (Citgo drooped quite a bit – literally and figuratively – by the end of the post-race pizza party).

And thankfully Pedroia ingested minimal beard fuzz.

Sunday Drivers: NYC edition

About a week and a half behind in my recap, but better late than never.

So we maintained our Sunday Drivers tradition two weekends ago with an adventure to New York City…Chris and the kid picked me up from work on Friday afternoon, and away we went.  Just over two hours in, we stopped for dinner at…Taco Bell.  Really.  Gross.  But stop we did, as what better time than the present to satisfy the desire to try a Doritos Locos taco.  It was gross.  So, so gross.  But it has been on the must-try list for a while, so must-try we did.  Suffice to say, it did not make the must-try-again list.  Blech.


We made it to NYC in pretty good time, parked the car (street parking?! Impressive.), met up with our friends, and headed to dinner.  At this point it was pretty late, and poor little man was a trooper.  Or at least a trooper until he threw up all over Chris and the booth.  And we’re not talking spit up here.  It was full-blown, he entire meal (only milk at least!), all over Christopher, my scarf, and the booth.  Poor little man.  Must have been the tacos.

Saturday morning we were up fairly bright and early, so we headed out for a walk around the city.  We wandered and wandered, from Manhattan to Brooklyn, through the streets of Brooklyn, on a ferry to midtown Manhattan, back down block by block to Lower Manhattan.  I’m not sure how many miles we covered, but our feet let us know that it was many.

Pudge Knuckles was a trooper throughout.

So was the Milk Truck.

After our long explore, we decided to further explore and headed to Rockaway Beach for the night.  We arrived after dark, and come morning were thrilled to be greeted by the sunshine and the sound of waves crashing.  Chris and I took a morning stroll along the beach, grabbed coffee, and enjoyed breakfast on the patio before our friends awoke to join us.  Before hitting the road home, we took another walk along the beach, watched some surfers, and soaked in a most beautiful late summer/early fall day.

All in all, a great weekend of exploration and adventure, tiny little man in tow.

Pudge Knuckles for life.

Sunday Drivers: Montreal edition

This edition of Sunday Drivers carries us through a long weekend of driving: James’ first road trip.  Also his first official jaunt across a border, his first passport stamp, first ice cream (WHAT?!), first olives, three hundredth pickle, and hours upon hours of car seat time.

Here we go…

Friday morning we set out early (or early enough – it was 10:30) on our journey to Montreal

Buddy bear has trouble keeping his eyes open before he has his first cup:

The plan was to head north on I-93 all the way through to Vermont, hop on I-91, cross the border, and mosey into Montreal.  James blessed us with a couple of hours of sleep right off the bat, so our first stop was not until two hours in: The Woodstock Inn Station & Brewery in North Woodstock, NH.

As it was a gloriously sunny early Fall day, we sat on the patio, surrounded by wildflowers, microbrews, and fellow cheerful diners.  I’m not sure if it was the Friday escape from work, the excitement of a weekend adventure, or simply a nice lunch break, but Chris and I both agreed that we felt a world away from our day to day routine.

Relaxation.  And a growler (our first of the trip) to go: the Autumn Brew (yum!).

Back on the road, we continued north to Canada and James’ first passport stamp (totally unnecessary yet totally necessary).

Destination: Holiday Inn right on the edge of Chinatown.

After a quick wander around Montreal, we settled in for some Vietnamese food before heading back to the hotel for one wee lad’s bedtime.

Saturday morning: rise and shine bright and early for some crappy hotel coffee (us) and a stop at the milk truck (one wee lad) before two of the three decided crappy hotel coffee wouldn’t cut it and this was a situation for breakfast Autumn Brew.  Best decision we had made yet – it tasted a bit like warm apple pie in beer form…in the morning.

We had some time to kill before heading out to pick up the moms, so the boys broke out the map to plan our attack.  We wound up walking through Chinatown again to pick up some breakfast (red bean and green tea buns, rice balls, the usual delights) before we found our way down to the water, then back up to our hotel via Tim Horton’s for a proper cup of coffee.  After retrieving the car, we set out to retrieve the moms and carry on with our journey through Montreal.

Sleepy Nugget

On the road again, this time heading South to Vermont.  Next stop: Burlington, Magic Hat, Vermont Brewery (James’ favorite pickles to date), hotel motel.

Magic Hat angel

Sunday morning in Burlington called for a stroll along the lake, followed by a brunch trip to Ben & Jerry’s and a few snacks at Cabot.

My favorite Ben & Jerry:


Next up?  Through the fall foliage to Manchester, NH, to Milly’s Tavern for our final microbrews of the trip and $1 hotdogs with a side of Patriots game.  We relaxed for a brief while, enjoyed a cold beer, and hit the road home: Sunday Drivers journey #2 complete.

As for road trips with the kid?

They’re so fun we’re back on the horse next weekend with a trip to New York City!

Sunday drivers: open farm edition

So we created a goal of becoming Sunday (morning) drivers during football season.  As a means to distract Christopher from the football-induced anxiety he suffers from each Sunday morning and to prevent me from puttering non-stop, we decided that we will take Sunday morning as our time to enjoy and find ways to not simply pass the morning, but to truly enjoy it.

Sleepy Sunday morning pre-drivers

Yesterday marked attempt #1, and we can successfully declare the Sunday Drivers victorious.

Our day began early, with a 6:30am wakeup call from the littlest member of the group.  After some coffee for us, milk for him, and a bit of eye rubbing from all three of us, we piled into the car to head west (young grasshopper).  We had our eyes on Route 9 as the means to our end: Chestnut Farms in Hardwick, MA.   Chestnut Farms is where our monthly meat CSA (community supported agriculture) originates.

Back up: earlier this year we signed up for a monthly meat CSA, and since then we have received ten pounds of meat (cow, pig, chicken) fresh from the farm the 2nd Tuesday of each month.  In a word, it is awesome.  So delicious.  Especially the bacon.  Oh, the bacon.

Anyways, Sunday morning we headed west on Route 9, destination Hardwick.  Our first stop of the day was Rutland State Park for a brief stroll through the woods, by a pond, through more woods, and back to the car.  As Sunday was the first of my favorite types of fall days – crisp yet still warm air, cool breezes, shining blue sky – our walk through the woods was a delight.  We finished it off with a snack at the car – all three of us – before piling back in to continue our journey.

Next up was the Hardwick Farmer’s Market, pleasantly located on Hardwick’s town green.  We stocked up on beets, rainbow chard, poblano chiles, hearty breads from a local bakery, and some hermits to satisfy a sweet tooth.  And then we carried on smartly – next stop, the farm!

Let me pause here for a minute.  I’m fairly certain that at this point in time it was still before 11am.  No one can accuse us of wasting a day (remember, these are pre-football Sunday drives).

So the farm: it was a delight!  We wandered around, visited the new chicks, saw a few piglets (including the runt – he was so cute, poor little baby bacon), hung out in the fields, and sat under a shady tree.  Oh, we also saw our Thanksgiving dinner – s/he was busy growing into a delicious dinner, entirely oblivious to what is to come.

Anyways, after the farm we climbed back in the car to head home, Sunday drive complete.  We arrived home just in time for the end of the first games (we’re new to this and our timing wasn’t as great as it could be).  Thoroughly exhausted, we spent our afternoon watching football, cooking the bounty from the farmer’s market, eating the bounty from the farmer’s market, and relishing in the success of our first Sunday drive.

See you at Thanksgiving dinner, Turkey.