OK, I'm back. Before I get started I have to say I am lovin this blogging thing. It is so completely self indulgent. Being a mom with two kids, I need to steal every chance I can get for self indulgance of any kind. Don't worry. Not only do I plan to bore you with my family. I plan to bore you with several other things as well. Sit tight and bear with me. The vacation documenting is almost over. To be honest with you, looking at these pictures of the beach helps me get through the dreary winter and like I said before, this blog is all about me. If you don't like it, go find another blog and don't let my URL hit you in the a$$ on your way out! Now, on to cousin camp.
It all started on a hot summer day in Brooklyn. The bags were packed. Lobo (our dog) was taken to his boarding home. The girls had informed everyone in our neighborhood that we were going out of town (not good). The dry cleaners, the deli, the other deli, the pharmacist, the movie rental store, our neighbors, the ice cream shop, and the office supply store had wished my daughters fair well. The car service came. I was on my own traveling with them because we wanted to spend more time there than my husband could take off. He joined us later. The plane trip went well. There were no tears. They stayed very busy with all the new activities I bought for the airplane. We arrived in Washington and it started off with a bang. The girls were so happy to see their cousins, I don't think I saw much of them for the first three days (not necessarily a bad thing). The first thing I notice when I go out west is how nice it is to have SPACE! The kids kept them selves busy playing in the back yard, riding bikes, playing dress up, Barbies, a few craft projects, late night movies, a few trips to the playground, berry picking, and playing at the beach. I enjoyed spending time with my family, getting a break from my family (ha), sewing my first dress with my mom (the best seamstress I know), going for a run on the track at my old elementary school, sleeping in my childhood bedroom, stomping on pine cones while walking down the street, watching my kids play in my childhood back yard, remembering "good" things about my dad, watching my nephew encourage my daughter when she was learning to ride a bike, watching him work out his frustration with her for taking his best friend and sister away for a few weeks (hang in there guy, sooner or later you won't want anything to do with these girls), staying up way too late laughing with my sister and brother in law, Big Gulps (you actually miss them when you live in a big city), discovering how much TV my mom really watches, watching my brother in law paint his guts out (more on him later), leaving stupid messages on my brothers answering machine (we miss you Ken), Chatting with my sister in law, late night trips to Joann's fabric with our little rock star, and Evergreen trees.
In the post title I mentioned there was a down Right freaky aspect to our family time. Well, here it is. My little sisters silicone breast implant kept flopping out of her shirt onto the sand. She would then discreetly tuck it back into her shirt when she thought no one was looking. I knew the Costco two for one thing was a bad idea from the very begining. How many times do I tell you little sister...you get what you pay for!