We just got back from a week at lovely Sandy Island
family camp, and have the bug bites, dirty fingernails and suitcases
smelling of damp towels to prove it. It was a great week, with stellar
weather, and the girls wowed everyone with their cuteness. It was a lot
of fun to introduce them to people we've known for years, some of whom
have known Alastair since he was a kid. Clio quickly overcame her
stranger anxiety, and let herself be passed from person to person like
a small, smiling hot potato. (Or cheap floozy, if you like.) Elsa was
actually the one who got a little cranky and clingy as the week went
on, showing a marked preference for being held by yours truly. I must
admit that while part of me wanted her to just buck up and deal,
another part kinda liked it. (I'm the mommy! I'm the mommy!)
The
gals had many adventures, including a couple of dips in Lake
Winepesaukee and their first glimpses of live tennis, as their father
triumphed on the court to become the reigning Week 9 champ. Elsa
sampled mouthfuls of every natural substance on the island, including
sand, dirt, pine needles, grass and wood chips, and Clio finally broke
a tooth. It's just a little white speck, but it's there. In other oral
news, both girls became quite proficient at eating Cheerios, which we
employed frequently to keep them occupied in the dining hall during
mealtimes. By the end of the week, they were actually swallowing the
majority of the O's that they stuffed in their mouths, as opposed to
dropping them down their shirts, getting bits of them stuck in their
noses, smeared on their shirts, etc. By majority, I mean approximately
51%.
We had a great time, too, although, needless to say, it
was quite a different vacation experience from past years at Sandy.
Thankfully, people were incredibly helpful (extra special shout-outs to
Heidi, Jeff and Julia and, of course, Abuelito) so we did manage to
squeeze in some tennis, a few dips in the lake, and some nights "out"
-- contra dancing in the lodge, music trivia in the dining hall,
moon-gazing on the dock. But -- did you sense a "but" coming? -- as
nice as the week was, it was also the first time since the girls were
born that I've felt a little bit of longing for my life before them.
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