Williamsburg: And Baby Makes 3

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Pamela Ehrenberg of Washington is the latest contributor to our Your Vacation in Lights feature, in which we invite Travel section readers to share the dish about their recent trips. It's a big, confusing travel world out there, and you can help your fellow travelers navigate it. Your hot tip can be the next guy's day-maker; your rip-off restaurant, the next family's near-miss. To file your own trip report -- and become eligible to win a digital camera -- see the fine print below.

THE TRIP: A weekend at the Kingsmill Resort in Williamsburg.

WHO WENT: Me; my husband, Eric; and our 6-month-daughter, Talia.

WHEN: December 2005

WHY: To figure out how to travel with a baby.

GETTING THERE WAS . . . Easy, until we stopped for gas about 10 miles outside Williamsburg. A two-hour ride with a sleeping baby is nothing compared with a 10-minute ride with a baby who wishes she were sleeping.

IT MADE IT ALL WORTH IT WHEN . . . Talia woke up at 5:45 a.m., and instead of wondering how to entertain her in the early-morning hours, we walked to the inn's private beach and shared her first sunrise.

BIGGEST SPLURGE: A one-bedroom suite with a separate room for Talia's portable crib and a microwave for heating pureed sweet potatoes. The suite, at $189 and $199 a night, was bigger than my first three apartments combined.

BEST MEAL: Room service. We forgot that by putting Talia's crib in the living room, we'd be eating dinner in the same room as a sleeping baby -- but whispered conversation and dim lights actually made for two rather romantic dinners.

THING I WISH I'D BROUGHT WITH ME: Takeout from a terrific D.C. restaurant, to experience that dimly lit, whispered ambiance over a truly spectacular meal.

COOLEST ATTRACTION: Feeding ducks and seagulls on the beach (using crackers that came with that room-service soup).

FAVORITE SOUVENIR: Golf balls we purchased to play on the resort's free nine-hole golf course. At $2.25 each, buying golf balls was cheaper than playing mini-golf, and the balls didn't get swallowed by the clown at the end. Eric drove the ball onto the green, I putted it into the hole, and Talia admired the scenery from her Baby Bjorn.

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