Recap of a cottage get away with our SIX grandchildren ages 3-14

First let me say that we have amazing friends that in return for caring for their fur babies,  insist that we take over their “cottage” (I use that word lightly, as it’s more like a gorgeous house) for a week right smack in the middle of the prime time summer.  Not only do they open the cottage life to Mikey and I, they also include our large family – 6 beautiful grandchildren, their parents and our wonderful Brody dog.  Ok, for those that are counting…that is well, a lot of people.

The first day we arrived, Mr. & Mrs. Tinker (as the kids refer to them) were there to greet us and quickly watch as we completely took over their home away from home.  Three cars/suv’s full of “stuff”….bedding, food, toys, DVD’s for those raining days (of which there were none!) fishing gear, (did I mention the toys?).  Bedroom were quickly filled with pre teen clothing (hello, all you need is a bathing suit and pjs)…and electronics.  Guess what?  No Wifi….you’re unplugged baby!

In a blink of the eye, Mr. (Mike) Tinker was spot on taking the kids sea doo-ing (well, I did go too) and boating…

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Mrs. (Lisa) Tinker looks on as the kids are enjoying all the elements of cottage life..

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After the plethora of fun, we sit down to a meal of lasagna prepared ahead of time to feed a small army.  Mr. (Mike) Tinker sits at the head of his table and tells us, the 11 of us sitting there is the most they have ever had.  I’m sitting around the busy chaotic table and feel blessed, happy and proud of my family and my friends.

After claiming favorite beds (the top bunk is like calling shotgun!), donning pj’s, (ok, a little bit of over tired crying) comes peace to the end of day 1.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

LIFE IS GOOD……

We’re “Pooped”

It’s been a few weeks since the last blog…so much has happened that I really didn’t know where to start.

So let’s start on a rather smelly note…”Poop”…  As a Grandmother, I really don’t have to be involved wth a lot of poop (other than picking up Brody the dogs).  Yes, I will run them to the bathroom when they are over or assist them when we are at their homes…but I forget the golden rule….Don’t leave home without it…a poop that is.

Youngest daughter, Melissa and her husband Lucas needed to spend some special time with their middle daughter, Hannah as most middle kids do, and we agreed to a sleepover with Abbey 5 and Emma 3.  We have a young family a couple doors down with children about the same ages and they get along quite well…Actually, Abbey is in love with Max and has been for the past year…here’s a then and now:-

We had a little campfire and roasted S’mores (don’t do it..they really don’t like them and what a MESS!).  I bought this contraption that is suppose to cook them already assembled…NOT!  All that does is burn the snot out of the cookie, which results in turned up noses.  Just do the marshmallows like we used to!

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I digress…back to the poop.

During the campfire, Heidi (the mom of the “boy next door” and her little daughter, Malia) suggested that we take the kids to the park in the morning to work off some energy.  So off we went:-

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…without insisting on a bathroom break beforehand.

I only just get to the park, set up my camera for some fun shots…and I hear from Emma (littlest)..”Neema, I have to go pee”….so, I put down my camera with Heidi promising to watch over it with her life and take Emma back the 5 houses for a pee.  She was successful and we trotted (no pun intended) back to the park.  I get ready for some serious fun shots with the Nikon…and I hear – “Neema, I have to….poop”…back we go, Emma in toe, back the 5 houses for a poop.  Unfortunately, there was no success.  However, when a 3 year old tells you they have to poop, you don’t mess around.  Back to the park.

Enters Hannah…the middle-est that that had a fun one on one with her parents who have come to collect the other two of their charges.  I see them pull in and go to meet her and bring her to the park….We only just get down there and I hear those dreaded words…”Neema, I have to POOP”!…..Back I “trot” the 5 houses for a poop.  Hannah insists that I accompany her and stay with her during her “movement”.  “Sit right there on the bathtub, Neema”…to which I comply with her demand.  “Neema…I have to tell you something”….(me) “What is it Hannah?”….”Neema, I need to….FOCUS”, and she scrunches up her nose and forms a complete “O” with her little mouth, raises her hands and touches her thumb to her forefingers and out of the little “O” mouth comes a ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww sound.  I almost fell off the bathtub trying to subdue my laughter….

I did finally capture some shots…

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And finally…..the “FOCUSED POOPER’

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I’ll leave you with this…

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LIFE IS GOOD….