I am returned! I spent a week at my husband's family reunion on Lake George in New York. It looked like this:
There was tennis playing --
There was popsicle eating --
There were lots of Aunts and Uncles to help you put your shoes on --
-- or carry you anywhere you wanted to go --
There was flinging in the air --
There was tickling --
There was wanting to be held all the time, but not by anyone else but Mama and Dada --
Or maybe Uncle Joe --
And maybe the holding of Grandma's hand... but only for a second --
I totally underestimated the whole perpetual playdate aspect of extended family vacations. Also, the way that sometimes you would end up without children at all as they ran off with Aunts and Uncles (though sometimes you ended up with them all as counter balance!)
The Mayor was completely out of his mind and overstimulated. I don't think I've ever seen him so excited. His own commentary on the vacation was, "I'm a hard workin' man, Daddy." His Aunt Sheila nicknamed him "The Mayor" for his gregarious glad handing ways.
I am happy to report, and I know NO ONE will be surprised, that my neices and nephews reported to the Aunts and Uncles that,"Aunt Jessica is the MOST like a kid and the LEAST like a grown up." When asked why, they told everyone that, "Aunt Jess likes to talk about butts and stuff." Uncle Nat confided in me that he thought maybe he should talk about butts more. Uncle Joe asked me if I was responsible for the children's obsession with taking photographs of everyone's butts.
Oh, definitely. Yup. That was me.
And here's a photo of me taken by my niece Claire...