They left after lunch on Thursday. Drew’s tummy was upset and remained so throughout the return trip. I wonder if it was from filling the squirt gun with the pool water that was exposed to the 90+ degrees hot sun since Saturday afternoon and squirting it into his mouth Tuesday night? He’s ok now.
Friday I went to work to buy back the 8 hours vacation I’d reserved for resting up but instead decided to use it later in the year. I think we’ll tack it onto the October trip.
Today was a lazy one. I ran towels and sheets through the laundry, did a little online research and mulled over what to blog while I was looking into motionless corners recently inhabited by family.
One of the first discoveries upon landing at Pop and Nan’s was the sofa. No one told the boys it was a dual recliner or how to operate it. They found the handles right away all by themselves. Foot rests flew outward repeatedly and boys giggled for hours. Who needs toys?
They saw the pool right away, but didn’t jump in without a little coaxing. However, the bigger hit was the wiggle sprinkler. The pool served as an easy source for filling the squirt guns, generously used by one and all on one and all. If Owen wasn’t part of the water world festivities, he could be found playing with the Leapster, officially Drew’s but if Drew is busy elsewhere, what the hey?
In between Leapster, the foot rests, and the sprinkler, they would lay over the floor vents. In short, they were in constant motion.
A couple of weeks ago I noticed a hummingbird hovering over the flowers on the back porch. Poor baby, he needs a feeder so he can invite his friends to party with him. So buy a feeder I did. Little did I know it would take about 20 minutes for the honey bees to carpet the thing in three layers, rudely pushing and shoving their way to the sweet solution. On the day before our family was to arrive it was apparent the feeder had to be moved as the bees were making themselves way too much at home on the deck. Moving it worked for the most part but there were just enough stragglers to spook small children making one of them run for cover several times. No amount of bee-havior techniques and internet education could dissuade him from shouting “BEEEEEE” and dashing into the house.
Monday the men took down a dead tree, Tuesday said men went fishing while the girls set up for the shrimp boil with friends, and Wednesday we went to Gatlinburg’s Aquarium then to Laurel Falls in the National Park on a hike. Nanny huffed, puffed, and over heated but survived, vowing to get more exercise. And that was less than a tenth into the 1.3 mile incline. We’d bear-ly begun when we reached a group of about 25 people staring down the slope and shhh-ing us. Black bears. A mom and two cubs trying to mind their own business on the way up the mountain through a group of pesky albeit otherwise tasty humans. They’d apparently had lunch already. I’d seen a bear from the inside of a car about 15 years ago in the Sierras with my sister, but not in the open with no way to run. As it was, with two forestry men there to control the people, some of whom could have been stupid enough to think this was Yogi and BooBoo, the only thing that came of it was pictures and ten Nanny finger dents in Drew’s shoulders.
Wednesday night I baked cupcakes and set up a dual birthday celebration. Owen was two on July 24th and Drew will be 5 on August 15th. Gifts were 2 Cars cars each, Matchbox size, and balloons. Owen couldn’t wait for the birthday song, grabbed a cupcake and proceeded to chow the cake and a chunk of the foil cup (gag, choke). And since the family dog, Duncan wasn’t around, industrious little Owen obligingly took care of the crumbs on the floor.
Thursday at 1:00 they were gone. The sofa is silent, the AC vents are undisturbed, the bees forlornly float about looking for Drew, the squirt guns lay empty, no race track swoops from the top of the front door, Bullwinkle rests in his case. A few more parting pic-shots…..
Julie called from the house this afternoon. All are well, the adults are tired, she’s unpacking, Randy had to go to work, Drew is running off two days of confinement in his kid seat, and the garden exploded with produce in their absence, now demanding a harvest.
What do you want to bet Owen is taking advantage of Drew’s preoccupation and is playing with the Leapster?