Our last stop of the day was a quick progressive dinner in downtown Savannah. Honestly, Savannah is one of those places you could wander around in all day and not get bored. The architecture is charming; it's dotted with public squares and there's the riverwalk and all sorts of interesting things to see. But, we charged through following Andrew.
I said something about how "my dogs are woofing" because we ended up walking about 10 miles on that Monday and I carried Phoebe for most of it, either in the sling or the backpack, as shown here, with my hair pulled up under Andrew's baseball hat to keep Phoebe from yanking on it (she would not ride in the backpack while he was wearing it, but was happy to do so while I was wearing it).
Andrew and Rachel both looked at me like I was crazy. We don't have any dogs. And there was no woofing.
"This is an idiom," I said.
They'd never heard of it.
"Maybe it's not woofing," I said. "Maybe it's barking. My dogs are really barking. That sounds right."
They also claim to have never heard that phrase. But I swear it's a thing. (It's a thing, guys.)
What might not be a thing is "chumbo wumbo gooey-gumbo," which I also said the other day. Google tells me there "aren't any great matches" for that phrase, but I also swear it's a thing.
Anyway, we walked and walked and walked on Monday—first at Fort Pulaski, then at Oatland Island Wildlife Center, and then through downtown Savannah. And my dogs were barking!
Here's Phoebe saying, "Fine! If you won't let me pull your hair, I'm going to try to eat my way out of this carrier!"
Rachel requested that we find some "historic buildings" to look at, which is nearly impossible to not do in Savannah (like, that would take some real talent). Here she is in front of the Mercer Williams House, where a famous 1981 murder took place. She rather enjoys murder mystery podcasts (something I rather...don't understand).
Here's Grandpa and Zoë walking down the street:
Some lovely Spanish moss growing in someone's yard:
My sweet girlies resting by a fountain in one of the public squares:
This picture of Zoë being so extra is everything:
She found some Spanish moss and decided to wear it as a boa. Rachel is very fond of hearing something and declaring it a "good band name," but I think I can take this moment to declare that this would be Zoë's album cover art.
Here's some exciting chaos at an intersection we were trying to cross (a firetruck and two trolleys and...and...and...; it was very exciting for Alexander):
We stopped at Subway to eat. Originally we were planning on walking to the river to eat outdoors, but the restaurant was really quite empty so we decided it would be okay to sit down to eat. Alexander was riveted.
"So this is what a restaurant is like inside!" he gushed. "This is a nice place! I like restaurants!"
My poor pandemic baby. The kid has been nowhere.
After wolfing down our sandwiches and guzzling down our water (and, importantly, using the restroom), we were on our way again. This time we wanted to find Leopold's, which boasts the best ice cream in Savannah. Last year the line wrapped around the block, so we went to a little ice cream chain by the river, which was fine and good and still rather expensive. Leopold's though, makes their ice cream on site with fresh ingredients. And it was very good (but not worth waiting in line for hours for so I'm glad we hit it on a less-busy day).
Phoebe had her first licks of ice cream because Phoebe wants to eat everything:
Here she is shouting, "Give me some more of that cold, wet stuff!"
She was rather intense about demanding her fair share of ice cream licks: