Our One Summer At Home trio became a foursome starting last Saturday, as Matty took the week off of work. And if you know Matty, you know he doesn’t half-ass these things. So, summer vacation just got turned up to 11.

First stop, Martha’s Vineyard, to visit Auntie Gigi and Uncle Heavy. Before we had kids, my bestie Jean and I decided we would have cool old lady aunt names, so we went with Gigi and Lala. I’m not sure how Devin got lucky enough to be Uncle Heavy, but you have to admit, it’s cool sounding. Here’s our whole crew:

The last time we went to visit Jean & Devin in the Vineyard, Hazy was an infant, and all I remember is a particularly gross poop blow out on the drive to the beach and a 1-hour crying jag on a boat, so this time, I was relieved that no one pooped themselves and crying was kept to a minimum. They actually played pretty well with Tucker and Sunny.

To break up the “monotony” of being at their gorgeous beach club every day (what can I say? Life is hard.), Jean took us to a lighthouse one morning. After we realized 16-month old Sunny probably couldn’t climb the ladder (thanks, Lighthouse Monitor Lady) to the top, Jean took her back down, so I went up with the three big kids. The three big kids spent .03 seconds at the top and refused to pose for a photo, but after, Hazy put on a photo acting master class and George wouldn’t stop talking about how much he loved the lighthouse and when can we go back there again. Typical kids.

Then it was back to the beach club, poor us.

Saturday night, we decided to do as the Romans do and get a sitter and have a night out. After a few day drinks, we had quite a few night drinks and one thing led to another which means I ended up slapping Matty in the face for what was apparently no reason and the babysitter let me know Matty was passed out in the driveway after I paid her. As Jean’s friend said, “We’ve been training all summer. You can’t just come in and run a marathon on your first night.” Truer words.

We had an awesome time, and pretty much all passed out on the ferry ride home.

Also, not sure where this fits in, but it’s my favorite picture from the weekend:

Thank you, Gigi & Heavy. We are still recovering from your hospitality.