The weekend started with Nash’s best friend’s birthday party. It was a Harry Potter theme and this mom put all other moms to shame with this one. She’s been planning it for months (years??) and had more activities at this one party than I have planned for all seven of Nash’s parties combined. The kids made wands, they shopped from their Hogwart’s list at the store for their school supplies, they made potions from bone dust and then everyone put on their swimsuits and had a balloon toss and hit the slip and slide. She and a friend were dressed in full gear with capes and the works. I won’t even mention the cake that would put Duff at Ace of Cakes to shame and the engraved party favors. Here’s my little Harry…
Immediately following the party we jumped in the car and headed to my cousin-in-law’s place on a lake in New Hampshire. It was spectacular. A gorgeous house over looking the lake and mountains, a sunset boat ride, great food, drink and company. It was just the three of us, the two of them, their two teenage sons and oh, TWELVE of the 18 year old’s closest friends. That’s right. FOURTEEN teen boys AND *gasp* girls. All crashing in the big basement – community style. They were all polite and called the hosts “Mr. & Mrs. A.” which I thought was adorable and respectful. We stayed out of each other’s way for the most part (even though Nash was fascinated with said teenagers). They all piled in their car(s?) and went into the little town for ice cream. While they were gone, we had dinner and drinks and just hung out on the screened in deck, safe from bugs, until the sky was black. The teens returned four (!) hours later from their “ice cream” run with the biggest case of the munchies I’ve ever witnessed. They filled the kitchen and began cutting brownies, making plates of nachos and frantically filling containers with every snack they could find. Two girls were desperately searching for a bag of salt and vinegar chips. They weren’t on the table where they left them but hey, here’s another bag of chips. Oh no. “Those are sour cream & onion and we HAVE to have the salt & vinegar!!!!” I thought about telling them we ate them, but I’m pretty sure they would have thrown me over the deck. They were eventually tracked down and there was a squeal of delight as they headed back to the basement with their armfuls of snacky food. (10 minutes later one of the guys was back to make yet another plate of nachos, something I’m sure continued even after we went to bed) It was interesting to see what we’ll be in store for in another 10 years. (Eeek!)
After a few hours and not nearly enough sleep, Nash woke me up at 6:15. I tried to get him to watch a movie and let me sleep a bit more, but alas, no luck. So we headed for the beach at 7 AM. Me, Nash, 2 ducks and 1 loon. It looked something like this:
We spent the entire day on the beach. We swam, we kayaked, we boated, we sailed, we built sand cities, we entertained 4 dogs, we ate, we drank, we talked, we had an a-maz-ing time. Eventually we had to drag Nash away from the beach and hit the road. He wanted McDonald’s but fell asleep in the car 10 minutes after we left. He woke up when we were almost home and said “are we at McDonald’s yet?”. And we were – but now we were 10 minutes from our own house.
I piled the wet, sandy laundry near the basement door, but couldn’t bring myself to get it down the stairs. We covered ourselves in aloe lotion and fell fast asleep. Short, sweet but perfect weekend.