Saturday in Portsmouth

We got here around 1130 after an uneventful flight. Greta was an angel for the first hour; reading books, staring out the window, playing peek-a-boo with the little girl in the seat in front of her. For the final 10 minutes she turned into a squirming worm, standing, sitting, flopping from my lap to Mommy's. Anywho, went to a downtown brew pub for lunch, where Greta eschwed her fish and chips for the tartar sauce. Used the french fries as dipping spoons and licked off the sauce. Had some bread, too. She skipped her nap, favoring instead a visit to the playground and a downtown stroll, where Mommy bought her some sort of bubble machine. Mommy just finished putting together Greta's Easter basket and we're about to sit down for dinner. Greta's sleeping on a travel bed donated by Bill & Christina Rodgers, fellow Middlebury alums. So far, so good, but she was REALLY tired, so ask me again in a few hours. She can easily roll out of the bed, but it's pretty big, so it might be her first full night in something resembling a "big girl bed." Enough talk -- some photos from day one.