I’m a little behind on this post, since the Hamiltons left literally a week ago… but better late than never, right??
My sister’s family bravely came to visit us in Boston the same week of the Boston Marathon bombing. The fact that they came made me feel so loved, considering the weird state Boston was in. It was their first time to fly with their 3-month-old, Molly. She did awesome, and was such a champ the whole weekend!
They flew into town Thursday, and late Thursday night was when there was a shooting at MIT (which is about 2 miles from where we live). We went to bed not knowing the shooting was related to the bombing, but nonetheless, it was a weird night. Throughout the night, I heard siren after siren go by our apartment. I mean, literally hundreds of emergency vehicles. In my half-asleep stupor, I didn’t think to get up and watch the news at 3 a.m., but I knew something was going on. We all woke up Friday to learn that bombers were on the loose and all of Boston was in lock down until concluded the man hunt. Welcome to Boston, Jen, Stu & Molly.
Even though it was a little scary knowing that all the police were doing a door-to-door search nearly 3 miles from us, we weren’t complaining too much because we got to spend a lot of time staring at my sweet niece. Man, she’s cute.
Although trucks are Cooper’s main love in life, he was still pretty fond of Molly. It’s so fun to think about all the cousin adventures these two will have some day!
This girl has one sweet smile. And at the drop of a hat, she’ll stick out that bottom lip and I can’t help but laugh (or take a picture, obviously).
Ohhh sweet Molly cuddles.
As we were nearing the end of lockdown Friday, our fire alarm started going off. Seriously? I mean, I’ll admit I was a little bit excited that we got to go outside and all, but still… a little crazy. There was, in fact, a fire on the 11th floor. Jen & Stu are seriously troopers. As we were standing outside, probably 20 police cars sped by us and men with guns were running by us. When we got back up to the apartment, we turned the news on to find out that they found the bomber, and he was a few miles down the road hiding in a boat. SO BASICALLY the time we probably shouldn’t have been outside, we most definitely were. Drama drama drama. And Molly was eating dinner… no big deal.
We started off Saturday with a bang and went to the Samuel Adams Brewery tour. The actual tour part was under construction, so we basically went to go drink free beer at 10 a.m. with our kids. We try to keep it classy around here, guys.
Then we went to Fenway Park to watch the Red Sox play the Royals. It was pretty inspiring, being around so many people with crazy Boston pride. Everyone was so nice and smiley, and proud to be a part of this city.
We ate at Mr. Bartley’s burgers in Harvard Square for dinner. Seriously delicious burgers.
We finished up the night walking around Harvard undergrad, and Harvard Business School. These dads take strolling pretty seriously :)
Stuart had a good point about our weekend. He said, “you know, in a few years we wont sit around talking about a certain park we went to in Boston. But we most definitely talk about the time we were on lockdown and a bomber was found a few miles from where we were while we were standing outside because of a fire.” (Imagine that being said in his British accent… it’ll sound a lot cooler). It’s true though! We loved sharing those crazy memories with these peeps.