Live Free or Die is the NH state motto, so it was only appropriate for the family reunion to follow suit.
You gotta just go with it, says Brynne and Charlotte. The pirate party took this motto to heart and confiscated the electronic devices – in exchange for chocolate and rum – and writing a ransom note.
The pirate body guards were mighty scary :
All of Grandpa’s little rascals
Scout had some great looks. “Are you taking my picture again???”
Had to throw this next one in. As we were standing in line at the grocery store, buying food for yet another hike, we saw the cover of People magazine. And the guy is standing right next to me in line! Ah, it was a beautiful moment. For the record: only one of these guys is a bachelor!
Baby Luke. Do you like being swaddled?
We find it necessary to document all events, even changing diapers on the bus. But this just shows the resiliency of the patriots.
Headquarters of the Revolution!
Would my brothers have fought in the Revolution? Would I have been a smuggler?
One last ocean trip to Wallace Sands…Here are our two oldest teens. I’m putting a plug in for Lime Ricki swimsuits because they are super duper stylish AND modest. They’re having a sale…
And then, sadly, the porta potty left. Then Eric, Cassie, and Scout. The beginning of the end.
We went to a farm for comfort. They served cashew-based ice-cream. A fascinating concept!
When the goat wouldn’t go back in the pen I decided I would take pictures of my brother corralling it back in. “You’re not helping!” Patrick said.
Paige was so sad…
And paid homage to the sunset…
We had one last hurrah back at the ocean
And a Red Sox game.
The Sox pulled it out that night after being down by three. Which just goes to show you can never count the good guys out.
The Live Free or Die Reunion was left on the streets of Boston.
Until next time – Carry on, Patriots!