Kicking It Into Overdrive

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.

Time to put this vacation on fleek. Or turn it down for what. Or whatever the kids are saying these days.
Time to put this vacation on fleek. Or turn it down for what. Or whatever the kids are saying these days.

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:

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With a 4-year old, 1-year old, 3-year old, and 6-year old, I think one foot in the face, one frowny face and one weirdly exposed bikini top in a group photo is not too shabby.

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.

They were all taking turns making crazy faces in the bike mirror, but by the time I got my phone out to take a photo, Hazy and George were playing Nice Siblings and letting Tucker take the fall.
They were all taking turns making crazy faces in the bike mirror, but by the time I got my phone out to take a photo, Hazy and George were playing Nice Siblings and letting Tucker take the fall.
Cutest movie watching possible
Cutest movie watching possible
It's all fun and games until someone takes a sand full of shovel to the face (sorry, George), or a baby face-plants into your giant sand hole (sorry, Sunny).
It’s all fun and games until someone takes a shovel full of sand to the face (sorry, George), or a baby face-plants into your giant sand hole (sorry, 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.

Time at top of lighthouse = exactly enough time to take this one photo
Time at top of lighthouse = exactly enough time to take this one photo
Thank you, single poser
Thank you, single poser
Oh heyyyy, just casually hanging out at the bottom of this lighthouse
Oh heyyyy, just casually hanging out at the bottom of this lighthouse
Lighthouse Ennui, circa 2015
Lighthouse Ennui, circa 2015

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

Popsicles, ugh
Popsicles, ugh
Sand goatees, blech
Sand goatees, blech
Zen rock gardens, yawn
Zen rock gardens, yawn

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.

If you start the night out like this, it inevitably ends with spousal cheek contact and driveway naps.
If you start the night out like this, it inevitably ends with spousal cheek contact and driveway naps. p.s. This wasn’t my drink.

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

Good night, sweet prince
Good night, sweet prince

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

Sunny on White
Sunny on White with Queso

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

 

5 thoughts on “Kicking It Into Overdrive”

  1. So good, the whole story. Plus, LOLOL, “We’ve been training all summer. You can’t just come in and run a marathon on your first night.”

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