There he is... the star himself:
Kingston McGarrigal... in Kingston, NY!
We named our sweet baby after a place that we love... one that may never be reviewed by Conde Nast, but a place which we all feel at home. The McGarrigal clan has been trekking up here for 50 years. There must be something in the water!Kingston McGarrigal... in Kingston, NY!
One of the highlights for our train enthusiast was watching the trains roll through camp. Multiple times a day, freight trains and passenger trains pass by, and Taffe would always stop playing to watch.
| GaGa and Taffe |
It is hard to describe how great Kingston is. But where else can you scoot around in your underwear?
Speaking of underwear, we decided to go hardcore into potty training. Christopher and I did things and had conversations that I have never imagined myself doing all in the name of PT success.
| Washing and line drying the cutest underwear ever |
| 3 cousins with 3 Cliffords on the "Hurty Gurty" |
| Auntie Shannon, Kingston & Dylan |
Since there are 4 cabins full of family and friends, there is always someone up for a chat.
| Aunt Fran, Uncle Jimmy & Cousin Mark |
You never know who might paddle by...
...or come riding through.
One occasion when we left camp, we headed up to the Saugerties lighthouse.
| Papa and Kingston at the Lighthouse |
We also headed out to a local farm for some berry picking. Taffe was really good at picking blueberries, even though they were more like "green"berries.
Until next time...we are signing off with a knockout kiss to Papa!
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