Weekend at the Coast

This weekend we went camping on Super dad’s parent’s property. They have 5 acres of woods with beach front access. Because we are insane we allowed each of the kids to invite a friend for a total of 7 kids (junior’s friend couldn’t make it). It was for the most part a very wonderful weekend in which the kids scavenged along the beach looking for any possible sign of life to pick up and run around dangling screaming, “look what I found”. I often wonder if crabs consider this an out of body experience. “I was heading toward the light, flying through the air, looking down on the world, and then was suddenly thrust back into life”. Do they tell the other crabs they were abducted by aliens and if so are they then seen as crazy and ostracized by the group.

Only one misshape this weekend and that was when Skate kids friend decided to jump over the edge of the 10 foot high porch. Imagine me, sitting back enjoying my frosty beverage when all of a sudden I hear Skate Kid screaming, “mom get up here, Riley’s hurt”. I jump up and start hauling ass; I mean Prefontaine ain’t got nothing on me... I’ve never climbed a hill so fast in my life. There the poor kid is sitting on the bottom step, trying not to cry as Uncle Jo is attempting to stop the flow of blood from his 2 inch long, bone deep gash. Two hours and 18 stitches later I’m back to watching the kid do laps around camp, followed by my constant chanting of, “no running kid I’m not taking you back to the hospital”.