It’s always . . . cousins and sunblock, 4-wheelers and kid kayaks, 22s and canoes, the rope swing and drinking water from the well, pizza, chips and fruit. Lots of laughing and visiting.
Aunt Sarah is always the hit of any event she attends. If she doesn’t come with a cotton-candy maker in tow then it will be a snow-cone maker, or tons of play-doh, or . . . thousands of balloons, a pump, and books on how to make your own balloon animals. The kids were in heaven, and we came home with a van full of balloony creations.
I love this series of trying to get Anders to show me his balloon. “No, closer to your face so I can see it in the picture. . . . No, not covering your face, I want to see you too. . . . OK, there we go.”
I had loads of pictures of cousins too, but too many to try and share here.
As we drove home this time, it occurred to me that “Grandpa’s Farm” will be one of my kids’ strong childhood memories. It made me happy to recognize that, without even realizing it, we’d been a part of creating a tradition and experience they will all share. I like that this is a part of them and I’m always intrigued at the thought of what things might stand out most to them or be their most fond memories from their childhoods.
And, as any fun worth its salt must, it ended with kids utterly exhausted (and parents a wee bit exhausted too).