After a few days in the city, it was time to head to Pop-Pop and Grammy's house down the Shore. Like Chris' cartoon says, people from New Jersey don't go to the beach, they go to "the Shore." By the time this photo was taken, we had effectively removed the word "beach" from Kate's vocabulary. We took the train so Kate could experience riding the rails for the first time. Someone must have scored a touchdown on the tracks. There's no other way to explain Chris' arms.
Kate, the ham. Not sure where she gets it.
Pop-Pop, checking out the construction going on across the street. "Boy, they're working hard to build that house!" Kate observed.
Kate and Pop-Pop goofing around on the hammock.
The first thing Kate wanted to do when we got there was see the beach. I guess we hadn't really removed the word from her brain. Apparently it is perfectly acceptable to refer to the actual sand/ocean as "the beach" in this context. When referring to the house, the town, or the act of going to the house or town, however, it is "the Shore."
Pop-Pop and Chris in their Jersey Shore T-shirts. Pop-Pop's is courtesy of Chris and
The New Yorker. Looking at this photo, I realized how much Chris resembles his Dad, especially around the nose/mouth area.
And then I realized where Kate gets her nose/mouth area.
I wanted to get a shot of Pop-Pop wearing Chris' cartoon with the actual shoreline he drew in it behind him. Unfortunately, I only had a longish lens, so Chris took the shot the next day...
Chris grew up on this beach. He said this image is burned in his mind's eye.
Kate always loves a good gazebo.
Kate was very excited to sit in Pop-Pop's "fancy" red car.
Kate was disappointed she couldn't take a ride in the fancy red car (MG's aren't carseat-able).
Grammy sliced up some "Jersey" tomatoes and tossed them with olive oil, salt/pepper, oregano and garlic. I used to laugh at Chris when he'd brag about the Jersey tomato. Oh, I'd laugh, and then I'd laugh some more. This, coming from a man who was rabidly anti-tomato (except when in sauce or ketchup form). But he was right. I ate so many tomatoes while we were there that I felt like Violet "you're turning violet, Violet!" Beauregarde, only the tomato version. Kate, who takes after her Dad in the tomato department, even tried one, and exclaimed, "I like it!" before refusing to take another bite.
Kate read in the hammock as the sun set. It was so relaxing being at the Shore. Kate never slept better, and neither did we.
After a few days in the city, it was time to head to Pop-Pop and Grammy's house down the Shore. Like Chris' cartoon says, people from New Jersey don't go to the beach, they go to "the Shore." By the time this photo was taken, we had effectively removed the word "beach" from Kate's vocabulary. We took the train so Kate could experience riding the rails for the first time. Someone must have scored a touchdown on the tracks. There's no other way to explain Chris' arms.
Kate, the ham. Not sure where she gets it.
Pop-Pop, checking out the construction going on across the street. "Boy, they're working hard to build that house!" Kate observed.
Kate and Pop-Pop goofing around on the hammock.
The first thing Kate wanted to do when we got there was see the beach. I guess we hadn't really removed the word from her brain. Apparently it is perfectly acceptable to refer to the actual sand/ocean as "the beach" in this context. When referring to the house, the town, or the act of going to the house or town, however, it is "the Shore."
Pop-Pop and Chris in their Jersey Shore T-shirts. Pop-Pop's is courtesy of Chris and The New Yorker. Looking at this photo, I realized how much Chris resembles his Dad, especially around the nose/mouth area.
And then I realized where Kate gets her nose/mouth area.
I wanted to get a shot of Pop-Pop wearing Chris' cartoon with the actual shoreline he drew in it behind him. Unfortunately, I only had a longish lens, so Chris took the shot the next day...
Chris grew up on this beach. He said this image is burned in his mind's eye.
Kate always loves a good gazebo.
Kate was very excited to sit in Pop-Pop's "fancy" red car.
Kate was disappointed she couldn't take a ride in the fancy red car (MG's aren't carseat-able).
Grammy sliced up some "Jersey" tomatoes and tossed them with olive oil, salt/pepper, oregano and garlic. I used to laugh at Chris when he'd brag about the Jersey tomato. Oh, I'd laugh, and then I'd laugh some more. This, coming from a man who was rabidly anti-tomato (except when in sauce or ketchup form). But he was right. I ate so many tomatoes while we were there that I felt like Violet "you're turning violet, Violet!" Beauregarde, only the tomato version. Kate, who takes after her Dad in the tomato department, even tried one, and exclaimed, "I like it!" before refusing to take another bite.
Kate read in the hammock as the sun set. It was so relaxing being at the Shore. Kate never slept better, and neither did we. 
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