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Our action packed weekend with Becky & Max continued on Saturday with a trip to the Seashore Trolley Museum in Kennebunkport, followed by a yummy lunch at Federal Jack’s.


On Sunday, we started our day at Ferry Beach, but left after only an hour and a half, just as the high tide was about to wash us all away.

We picked up some lunch to go and headed out to Fort Williams, where the kids ate and played to their heart’s content. Then it was home again in hopes of a quick nap for Dani and some downtime for the rest of us.


We decided to venture back out for dinner, and after soliciting the kids’ input, decided upon the “train restaurant” (also known as O’Naturals). The food is pretty good, but it is generally known that I go there only for the old bank safe that has been converted into a playroom (complete with a train set), placed brilliantly adjacent to a roomy dining area. The kids can play in between bites while the adults eat in relative peace. So anyway, you can imagine our disappointment when we arrived and discovered the restaurant was closed for the night. Time for plan B. So we walked down Exchange street and ended up at Dry Dock. There was a wicked long wait for an outside table, but we were escorted right in when we declared our intention to eat indoors. The service was slow, perhaps due to the abundance of outdoor patrons, and our indoor natives were understandably restless. Luckily, we were at a big table in the corner with two sizable windows. So if you happened to be walking down Commercial Street and heard crazy squeals and dinosaur noises coming from several stories up, yep, that would be us.

After dinner, we walked back up the hill to Coldstone for some cotton candy ice cream. This particular treat was “earned” by the boys earlier in the day, after we “caught” them showing kindness to each other at least three times. It actually only took one time of praising the right kind of behavior before they were clamoring to do it again and then self-reporting their admirable actions. If only our questionable parenting tactics always worked that well!
Anyway, it turned out to be a double treat, as just as they finished their ice cream, a fire truck pulled up and parked right in front. The firefighters were apparently on an emergency Starbucks run, but were willing to slow down long enough to say hi to Max and Caed and give them a junior fire fighter sticker.


As we returned home well past the normal bedtime, the kids continued to laugh and sing and indulge in the silliest of sounds, most likely courtesy of the cotton candy ice cream now coursing through their veins. I can’t think of a more wonderful way to end the summer!