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Dave left for California this morning so Henry and I are in Boston living the good life for a few days. Since we drove up Friday night and would be around all day Saturday, my mom and dad offered to watch Henry so Dave and I could go off and remember what life was like before we had to chase a two-year-old around wherever we go. It was raining out so Dave suggested the Museum of Fine Arts. I hadn't been since I had just found out I was pregnant with Henry and although that trip was fun I do recall spending at least three-quarters of that visit thinking about how I felt like I was going to throw up and wondering if eating the clementine that was rolling around in my bag would make me feel better or worse. Oh, and I also remember keeping track of where the closest bathrooms were. In short, I didn't pay much attention to anything hanging on the walls or sitting under glass cases. Yesterday, however, it was great to be able to take everything in at a leisurely pace, and it was even better watching other people chase their kids around while we were taking it all in at a leisurely pace.

After the museum, we drove into Chinatown and wandered around in the torrential rain in search of dumplings filled with black bean paste and coated with sesame seeds. Every bakery sold them so we did a few taste tests and settled on the last place we went into, not because they were the best, but because we were ready to load up on all sorts of the other pastries we had been seeing all afternoon. We purchased an assortment of goodies and headed back home to taste them all.

It was a perfect day.