Perhaps in November?

Once again another exciting Doser adventure has come to an end.   As I blogged about previously, we were in the wonderful state of New York, amongst the rolling green hills and pastures of the western part of the state, Rochester.   I know many of you read my blog about the nice little village we stayed in, Fairport, and I even had a few people share that post.   Thank you to each and every one of you.

Leaving Fairport is always a bittersweet time for me.   I’m ready to come home, to be back in my bed again, surrounded by my own personal belongings and relishing in the sanctity of my own personal space (what little of it I have with kids).  It’s also hard to say “goodbye” to friends and family, to know that we won’t see them again for months.   The boys don’t quite understand, but we adults do.   I’m already missing the guaranteed daily adult interaction I had for a solid two weeks.  I did get the chance to read 2 & 1/2 books, and to even pick up the lost art of writing my blogs.   I miss all of that.

This year on our last day, as we drove out of the little village and onto the expressway, we were all treated to a trip down memory lane via Davey.

The Erie Canal was where he took his boat ride and got to drive the boat.   “Do you remember, Mommy?” he asked.   Instantly he spun around to look at the playground, where he fed the ducks one day, danced with a band another, and even played on a bouncy house obstacle course.  The latter two thanks to the Fourth of July party at Perinton Park.   Right across the street was the bowling alley where he learned to “play bowling” with Aunt Dee Dee.  And from there it was nonstop.

He spent the half hour drive to the airport reliving each day of our trip.  Everything from where he was sitting to cheer me on as I ran my 4 mile race, the Firecracker 4 Miler, on the Fourth of July, to where he was sitting when he saw the parade come down the street.   He relayed the story of Grammy dropping him, Henry, me, and Aunt Dee Dee off at the park and then “forgetting” about us.  Side note, Grammy had a doctor’s appointment that ran late, she did not forget us.  Grammy was gone so long that day, we had to walk across the street to Tom Wahl’s to have lunch where we met Guh Guh.

He pointed to the exit that took us to Great Grandma’s house, towards Irondequoit, and told the story of the bunnies that hop around in her yard and her neighbor’s dog who looks just like Dixie.   Every day and every adventure, including where he and Grammy went to get Benadryl (Wegman’s), was retold to us in a narrative that made me smile.   I’m impressed with his memory.  I’m even more impressed with his storytelling abilities and his attention to minute details.

I hope every trip gets a quick 30 minute ,”As Told By Davey Doser”.  Perhaps he has a bit of the ability mommy’s always wanted…to write a story.