Warning: Picture heavy.
We’re home. We’re kind of exhausted. LittleBrother is sick. BigBrother is way grumpy, and I’m even more behind on work than he is grumpy. But we’re home. And we had a blast.
There were highlights: no trips to the emergency room this year, family coming in from all over, ice cream in the evening and sleeping in later and later as the exhaustion set in near the end of camp. There were lowlights: getting on one anothers’ nerves due to small space, the bell waking us up at 7:00 every morning in the earlier part of the week, the CRAZY HOT HEAT OF DOOM. But the highlights far outweigh the lowlights.
And more cousins. (There were lots more.)
And the sound of thunder rolling down the hill into the valley.
And foam, light-up swords that don’t hurt when you bonk your brother in the head.
And perfectly blown bubbles by Daddy.
And a moment when LittleBrother didn’t realize I was in his classroom.
And my cousin totally being an awesome little girl.
And, yes, more ice cream. Way after bedtime.
And getting to see their program even though I thought I wouldn’t get to.
And about 600 some other pictures of highlights, plus the ones, like snuggling in bed with one boy or another, that weren’t caught by my ever-present camera. (Though, except for the bubble picture, all of these were taken in extreme heat. Apparently you take the good with the bad.) I left camp feeling both rejuvenated and exhausted. We’re trying to find our back-at-home groove, and I suppose we’ll find it just in time for me to head off to BlogHer ’10. And then we’ll find it just in time to go on our annual beach vacation. And then preschool starts the day after we get home.
That means, as of now, we have begun the slippery slope toward the end of our summer. Wow.