So, let's see, what exactly did we do at Grammy Camp? Jackson took full advantage of the paved roads in the camp to skateboard. We celebrated Sydney's birthday a few days early so she could open her present of skates and I don't think I saw her leave the cabin once without those things on her feet the entire 4 days.
I gained several more strands of grey hair while hanging on to the sides of the golf cart as "speed demon" Jackson learned to race....er, um.....as he learned to safely traverse the roads in the campground. We had several downpour thunderstorms which resulted in huge puddles. You can see where I'm going with this, can't you? Yes, he asked if he could "go fast" through a puddle and I said "of course". Holy cow! He floored it and water gushed up through the floorboard and flew out the sides of the cart spraying a good 6 feet on all sides as he gleefully aimed for another puddle. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I think we'll keep that information to ourselves, ok?
The kids visited several times a day with Roxie and Jessica, the beautiful resident parrot and cockatiel. Both of them speak and whistle and Sydney was convinced they spoke short sentences to her. Also, all our friends at the campground now know the kids and they had a great time visiting with everyone and their various pets, including a brand new puppy named Peaches that Sydney fell in love with. One of the women baked us chocolate chip cookies to celebrate Syd's birthday. Another buddy dropped off firewood for our campfire. Such good people.
We did a craft each day: first they painted flip flops as an unusual "letter home" and we mailed them to mom and dad like kids used to do when I went to summer camp(except we used to mail post cards); then we made bouncey balls from a kit; we put together an adorable puzzle entitled "100 elephants and a mouse"; we made roll out cookies in the shape of construction tools for Jackson and palm trees for Sydney; we made our own popsicles from strawberries; we made our own pizzas; and finally, as the temps soared to 102 we had a small campfire to roast marshmallows because I had promised them we'd make s'mores. Hey, a promise to grandkids is a promise.
I hope Grammy Camp can be repeated each year and that it will create lasting memories for these funny, energetic, well behaved, adorable,(should I stop now?) creative kids. Think I'll go take a nap.Grey haired Grammy signing off,
Debbie
