A weekend of friends and bugs

This weekend in New Hampshire:

Number of my godchildren I got to hang out with: 2

Number of children with an eye almost swollen shut bc of bug bites on Sunday am: 2

Number of children sleeping past 6:30am: 1

(total number of children): 8

Number of mothers drenched to the skin in the water bumper boats: 3 (of 3)

Number of rides Grace went on at Santa’s Village: approximately 20

Number of rides Whit went on at Santa’s Village: 2

Days of the year that it’s Christmas at Santa’s Village: 365

Number of fleeces purchased at Santa’s Village because it was cold: 2

Cups of coffee drunk each morning: 3, and nowhere near enough

Number of members of my family who found a tick on his or her body: 3 (of 4)

Number of times per day I doused my whole body in DEET: approximately 6

Hours that I slept in a twin bed with Whit Saturday afternoon: 1.5

Pages read this weekend: 0

Pages written this weekend: 0

Minutes of silence (other than aforementioned nap) all weekend: 0

Joy of children on scale of 1-10: 11

Odds that this weekend becomes an annual tradition: close to 100%


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12 Comments

  1. Posted June 1, 2010 at 5:00 am | Permalink

    Aw, sounds similar to our annual gathering with cousins and siblings. 9 Kids, 6 parents. Lots and lots of bliss!

    For some reason, in that setting, the noise doesn’t matter as much. It takes on something sweeter than the annoyance it brings when back home. Love the pic of the kids together up top!

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  2. Posted June 1, 2010 at 5:55 am | Permalink

    And that’s the stuff that memories are made of. Lovely!

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  3. Posted June 1, 2010 at 7:01 am | Permalink

    sounds divine. we too were with family and friends this past weekend. nature adventures, little sleep, lots of laughter, and blissful exhaustion today. your stories swim in my soul…thank you.

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  4. Posted June 1, 2010 at 7:14 am | Permalink

    Look how happy those little faces are! And you gotta love a getaway that involves bumper boats.

    And AAIIEEEE!! about the ticks! Those things freak me out! Every summer, I’m convinced I have Lyme disease. I’d be joining you in the DEET consumption.

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  5. Posted June 1, 2010 at 9:13 am | Permalink

    Looks like Grace and Whit were not swollen eye victims? Lucky ducks! Sounds like a marvelous weekend. I’m already eager for next year’s report!

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    admin Reply:

    Actually Grace was one of the swollen eyes! These pictures were the day before. She can finally open the eye today. She’s been a good sport, though, and her favorite joke when people ask what happened is to say, “you should see the other guy!”

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  6. Posted June 1, 2010 at 10:39 am | Permalink

    I hate allergic bug bites! =)

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  7. Posted June 1, 2010 at 10:52 am | Permalink

    Love the post and the pics! Sounds and looks like a great time was had by all.

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  8. Posted June 1, 2010 at 1:56 pm | Permalink

    Glad you and yours had a great time. The pics are lovely.

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  9. Posted June 1, 2010 at 4:29 pm | Permalink

    I feel like I should go grab my suit so I can swim in Whit’s eyes. Seriously. And Grace’s strong embrace of baby brother in the first photo…wonderful.

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    admin Reply:

    You know, I stare at Whit’s blue eyes ALL THE TIME and marvel at genetics. He has two brown-eyed parents and four brown-eyed grandparents and his eyes are crazy, crazy blue. I love it!

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  10. Posted June 1, 2010 at 9:02 pm | Permalink

    Lovely and magical times—thanks for sharing them so that I can arm-chair travel back to those days (and still have gotten to read, write and avoid bug-bites… but not have the magic of Santa’s Village on the cusp of June).

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  11. Leslie
    Posted June 1, 2010 at 9:52 pm | Permalink

    love the gorgeous lupine! what a delight!

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  12. Posted June 2, 2010 at 8:07 am | Permalink

    Oh my. I love this! Definitely the makings of an annual tradition.

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