Where's Maine?

Our Independence Day holiday involved a trip to Maine or what Aviva called a "big a'venture." There's no doubt about it-- traveling away from home with our toddler usually does turn into a big adventure. This trip was no exception.

The wonderful thing about Vivi's rapidly expanding vocabulary is that we can now have actual conversations about our adventures. The bad thing is that we seem to have the same conversations over and over again. Take this one for example:

Vivi: Where's Maine?
Me: It's where we are going this weekend.

Ten minutes later

Vivi: Where's Maine?
Me: It's where we are going this weekend. You are going to see your cousins there.

Ten minutes later

Vivi: Where's Maine?
Me: It's where we are going this weekend. You are going to see your cousins there. It's near the ocean.

Ten minutes later

Vivi: Where's Maine?
Me: Where do YOU think it is?
Vivi: At MamaDaddyVivi house.
Me: Yup. That's it!

I am seriously starting to think that this was the toddler version of "Are we there yet?!"

At one point during the weekend, she also said to me "Mama, I so nervous." When I asked what she was nervous about, she replied, "I nervous bout chocolate." Naturally...

Despite the odd comments and conversations, we had a great time on our adventure. Vivi got to ride on her first carnival ride alone in Old Orchard Beach. She enjoyed the beach in Kennebunkport without any clothes and explored a Rachel Carson Nature preserve where she ran along the trail for "exercise." She devoured her Aunt Coleen's pancakes (and pretty much anything else that anyone left out) and bonded with her cousin Laena by calling each other "dootyhead."


We figured the trip had been a success when we arrived back home this evening. As we pulled into our driveway, Vivi said, "Where's Maine?"





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