Last year The Voice of Reason and I had to take steps to ensure there’d be no smooching among the older kids.
We thought for sure that this year’s beach trip would be the one where some of the eleven-year-olds (two male, two female) would bat their eyelashes, flex their muscles and let their lips do the rest. So far, they’re hanging out like the old friends that they are.
There’s also a seven-year old firecracker from Atlanta with her eye on Porter, but he’s having none of it.
At the moment, she’s making her first PB&J ever (her mom and sister usually make it) under Porter’s tutelage.
Porter: “That is NOT enough peanut butter. You gotta SMOTHER the bread with peanut butter.”
Firecracker: “I don’t like too much. My mom doesn’t put that much.”
Porter: “Your mom doesn’t know how to make a REAL PB&J.”
This is the trip we take with my UVa roommates each year, the outing that has expanded from four couples with four children to eleven children over the past ten years.
Fun fact: All of the adults are oldest children. It is a well-organized vacation with no shortage of opinions.
I’ve written about it before. It’s the vacation where the tooth fairy forgot to come one night, causing much consternation among the younger set, until Bill saved the day with a smooth move. The Voice is still skeptical. Thankfully, there are no loose teeth this year, although there are plenty of braces.
Over the ten years, we’ve only made two trips to the hospital– once for Drew to get stitches in his lip, and last year.
Last year I broke my wrist the morning of Bill’s 40th birthday. Thankfully, I’d already ordered his cake and bought decorations, but I wasn’t able to cook the Linguini with Bacon and Shrimp as I had planned. We ordered pizza instead. Remember how the the boys were foced to learn to do so much to aid their one-armed mom?
Last night’s foosball tournament was capped off with a visit to the Sugar Shack where the winning tream was treated to a Bellyache– sixteen scoops of ice cream with all of the toppings. The other 17 of us were happy to help finish it.
Firecracker is exulting in the creation of her first PB&J, and I have been dispatched to get my camera to document this event for history, as her parents are at the tennis courts. I think they’ll be thrilled with her new talent.