On the one overcast/rainy day of our week, we took a trip up to the Seashore Trolley Museum in Kennebunkport, ME. A really cool morning/afternoon excursion for any of you visiting ME with wee ones (or old men who love trains as much as the wee ones). It's staffed by volunteers, and real life "trainspotters" give tours and rides on retired trolleys along a restored swath of the Biddeford-Saco line! (you can read more about the mission of the museum - and its importance in history of rail transportation - here)
Upon our arrival, we boarded the first trolley we could. Luke was so excited he could barely speak (thanks for the cool t-shirt, Uncle Joe!)
After the trolley ride, we toured the extensive collection of trolleys throughout the site - this one, from Chicago's North Shore Line, goes out to Grandma Casey!
This one is for the Leary Infantines - it's a car from Boston's aborted attempt to have "rail cars of the fuuuuuuture"....back in the 60s. It's like Luke's in Tron, no?
He enjoyed climbing on and off & sitting in/on the various cars...
Inside the museum, he acted the part of conductor (and would not allow Daddy to share the controls with him)
Later that day, Daddy introduced him to one of the "luxuries" of hotel stays - the weird, oddly-lit, poorly-temperature-controlled, too-small-for-laps indoor pool. Being a Casey, he LOVED the pool and didn't want to get out despite chattering teeth. A kiss from Mom only made it LAMER
That night we went out to dinner at the Gaslight - a place where Mommy may have spent a good portion of her wild & crazy nights out in her younger days...cough cough. Anyone else see Grandpap's "Yeah, and...?" face here?
The infamous "poop toilet" at Macro Polo. This was without question Luke's favorite part of the vacation - more than the beach, more than daily ice cream, more than the indoor pool or the hotel breakfast. We had to stop & behold its beauty each & every day of our trip - but he would not pose for a picture with it, so this is the best we could do
(Whew, a long day!) On our walk back to the hotel from getting ice cream and genuflecting at the poop toilet altar, we took in the fancy, new (new to Mommy, anyway) Portsmouth sign. Mommy is caught making the face that Luke's long, rambling stories often evoke from his parents.
And in this next series, Luke is giving a long, detailed explanation of who lives in each of the letters - Mommy, Daddy and Lukey live in one, and Grammy and Grandpap live RIGHT NEXT to Uncle Joe
Still to come from this vacation, sometime before Luke's in kindergarten, pictures from our days at THE BEACH! [Dad just needs to move the pics from his computer first...]