In Praise of Villages

They say it takes a village to raise a child, and thank God, the universe, and nachos for mine. Last week, my parents watched the kids while we went to Paris, and today, we invited ourselves over to Grammy’s for a day of fun. It was action-packed with all kinds of awesomeness, and Grammy (and Auntie Dita, Uncle Matt, RyRy, and Sean-O) kept them occupied and happy all day.

Beatz's new thing is uncontrollable panting in the air conditioned car on long trips. Yay!
Beatz’s new thing is uncontrollable panting in the (air-conditioned) car on long trips. Yay!

After a few threats of “I will turn this car around!”, which I’ll admit, I got a small thrill out of it, we made it to New Hampshire. Side note: if you’ve never been stuck in bumpah to bumpah traffic with an anxiety ridden dog and two kids singing, “Down By The Bay” at high decibels, while suffering from carcolepsy, well, you aren’t missing much. Be grateful for the things you have in your life.

First, we went to the splash pad. The splash pad is zero times the cost of Disney World, and gives my kids approximately an equal, if not greater, amount of joy. It’s in Derry NH if you ever want to save $2,000.

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Joy!
More Joy!
More Joy!
Even more joy further compounded by having both your cousins with you!
Even more joy further compounded by having both your cousins with you!
Harassing parks employee/cousin
Harassing parks employee/cousin
Harassing innocent bystander/cousin
Harassing innocent bystander/cousin
Fun fact (nun fact?): there are 558 nunneries in the Boston area!
Fun fact (nun fact?): there are 558 nunneries in the Boston area!

After exhausting ourselves at the splash pad, we headed to Grammy’s house for some quiet time.

I feel very fortunate that Grammy is a crafts master, as I am a crafts opposite-of-master (slave seems inappropriate).
I feel very fortunate that Grammy is a crafts master, as I am a crafts opposite-of-master (slave seems inappropriate).

As George skipped his much-needed nap, I decided the best thing to do was put the pedal to the medal and go for complete exhaustion.

Read: laps (this is the furthest they have ever "swam" - one width)
Laps! (this is the furthest they have ever “swam” – one width)
Smile! Look at Mama! Fine, look at each other! But smile! Good enough.
Smile! Look at Mama! Fine, look at each other! But smile! Good enough.
Two little otters
Two tired little otters
Chillin' poolside with water wings
Chillin’ poolside with water wings

You’d think they’d be exhausted by now, but turns out they’re never too exhausted to abuse Uncle Matt.

Even Beatz mustered up her daily 5 minutes of energy to participate in this attack.
Even Beatz mustered up her daily 5 minutes of energy to participate in this attack.
Poor, poor pony.
Poor, poor pony.

Can’t stop, won’t stop. Went to dinner with Grammy, Auntie Dita, and Sean-O. Finished the night with ice cream.

For safety, always keep your fingers away from George's mouth when he's eating.
For safety, always keep your fingers away from George’s mouth when he’s eating.
Grammy: Can I have a little bite? George: Okay, but only a very tiny one.
Grammy: Can I have a little bite?
George: Okay, but only a very tiny one.

We were going to go to Free Fun Friday at the Children’s Museum tomorrow, until I put down my crack pipe and realized that was a completely insane idea. So, who knows what we’ll do? But it’s a holiday, so I have some back up, thank God/the universe/nachos.

Quick poll – if you end up getting home late (over an hour and a half past bedtime), and your kids are dead asleep in their car seats, do you:

a) carry them to their rooms, take off their shoes, and put them to bed

b) wake them up gently, have them brush (and floss, for bonus points) their teeth, change into jammies, and then put them to bed

c) carry them inside, attempt to brush their teeth while they sleep, put them to bed

d) some other option I haven’t thought of

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