Blast From the Past,  Wanderlust: Travel Tales

No Illicit Kisses, Yet

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.

10 Comments

  • Rachel

    i am an oldest child as is my husband and we have noticed that nearly all our friends are as well. i wonder why that is…

  • Karin B

    Have a wonderful time!! I am stuck here in the Kingdom because my teenager is participating in extracurricular activities, and the MANDATORY practices have started.

  • Karyn

    I can’t believe it’s been a year since your busted wrist. Wow.

    It was ballsy of me but I tagged you for a blog game thing as you are my blog hero.

    Ok, you’re my hero generally.

    Come visit me at vexed for the details. 😉

    Have fun!

  • merry

    I don’t remember how I found your blog this week, but I did.

    Anyhow, just had to comment that in viewing a couple recent posts to get to know you, I saw you mention a post about turning a social faux pas into a game. My husband is a youth minister, so that game has long been standard in our house. We are newly adopting a 9-year old boy, and trust me, the game is never going to go away. We’ve given our son the nickname “Captain Methane”.

    I just had to add you to my reader b/c the tales of your boys are great for this brand new mom to a very lively boy.

  • Cassie

    1 week until my much needed vacation with a very demanding bride with a schedule. I’m laughing hysterically as I type this.

    Glad there’s no kissing, good luck to Porter, he seems to be the real lady’s man of the three.

  • Joy East of theKingdom

    Hey, another thing we have in common…I’m the oldest child too! But I am a touch “OCD” so our very organized/orchastrated vacations never quite come off as I envision (LOL!)

    Enjoy the beach!
    joy