By running off for a week to Grandma and Be-Bop's in Florida. Pretty much just an all-out for-the-kids type of deal that turned out to be pretty darn relaxing for all. Last time we went it was February and little baby M. was only 3 months old. What a difference 5 months makes! Since then we've recovered from the newborn phase, the kids have adjusted, we've all started to get SOME sleep, M. can sit up alone, play, eat cheerios off her tray, and generally is starting to be a player in the whole scene, the photo below notwithstanding.
Here's the action list:
There was beach time, and lots of it.
Even Grandma the '40s screen goddess took a dip.
There was butterfly world,
The Palm Beach Zoo Carousel,
and a trip to Joann's for this giant-suburban-craft-store-deprived girl, ostensibly to buy eyes for this guy, made for E. from a Jess Hutchison pattern.
I could've spent hours there, of course, gathering up nicely-priced fabrics of all kinds to make more birds n'stuff, but for that I'd have needed to be alone instead of accompanied by a bunch of crazy kids, a patient but exasperated father, and a grandma. After half an hour it felt like half our life had drained away, and all I managed to grab was this: some fat quarters, a little felt, some pipe cleaners, buttons, a walking foot for my sewing machine (left at home, alas), a little embroidery floss, etcetera.
But some crafting was done, and some fun was had.
And a certain boy's 8th birthday was celebrated with a yummy key lime pie from the french bakery,
a giant race track, a new graphic novel called Bone, and a pack of Pokemon cards.
We also hit the Coconut Cove Waterpark, Mini Golf, The Movies (T. and I saw The Dark Knight, and kids saw Space Chimps with Grandma), we had the usual scrumptious lunch at our favorite Cuban restaurant, Havana. T. borrowed the ladder from Grandma's neighbor at least five times to rescue remote-controlled craft from roofs, hedges, trees, and other high places. And then we went to see Be-Bop play at his regular Friday night gig, which might have benn the best night of the whole trip.
D. shyly asked Be-Bop if he could play on his drums a little during a break and then the base and guitar players ended up picking up their instruments and jamming with him--turning into an impromptu trio with D. on the drums--for about 15 minutes. So there he was, his first gig, first time playing with real musicians, and he more than held his own, pretty much stunning everyone with his 8-year-old drumming chops. Naturally, I didn't have my camera.
Then, back to the regularly scheduled programming: a little Tom and Jerry on the big bed.
There were some contemplative moments,
and a little reckless crazy abandon,
but the overall storyline is that a blast was had by all, as expressed by the raucous play-arm movements of Miss Mo Mo Maiready Marou, also known as Maiready Marouple, Maireadle Maroupee, and Mo Mo Marouple Marie....
Thanks Grandma and Be-Bop!