We start the week with rain. Full blown, heavy at times, with a cold front no less. Not great camp weather for swimming or splashing, but fine for trying out indoor crafts with my camper. Or, should I say campers, with an "s?" Snowdrop will be joining us for many of our camp activities because it seemed to me that Primrose would appreciate having someone closer to her age along for the ride.
But first, breakfast.
The girl then gets lost in puzzle doing until her cousin arrives. Primrose cannot wait for Snowdrop to teach her how to make friendship bracelets!
I have this idea that we should visit a pottery studio after. One ("Fired Up") has a program for kids: they dont actually make the pottery from scratch but they finish off pieces of their choice. Primrose is quite artsy and I thought this might appeal to her. (Snowdrop does think the activity sounded very ho hum, pushing instead for a visit to the indoor trampoline park, but I overrule her. First, we paint, then we'll jump. Maybe.)
On the way back, we stop at Madison Sourdough for some lunch croissants.
We eat at home. Slapped together turkey and cheese sandwiches.
Fine, in the afternoon, when the weather still doesn't allow for outdoor adventures, I break down and take them both to Urban Air Adventure Park. We're not going to get much bouncy movement by spending the afternoon in the farmhouse.
(The only garden photo you'll get is of Snowdrop using the secret flower path to head out. No, I did not clean the beds this morning!)
Have you ever been to a place like that? Trampolines, sponge pits, enormous slides, ziplines and who knows what else. There's stuff for Primrose's age group, but there is even more for older kids. The place is loud with the movement of kids who appear to be releasing energy pent up from a lifetime in jail. Or home. Or something.
Snowdrop is protective of Primrose: her younger cousin has a push-pull reaction to most of the activities. At once repelled and attracted to the challenges, all to be mastered in a sea of fast moving variously sized young bodies.
They try many things, I watch, wondering if any kid has ever broken her neck doing this stuff!
(Snowdrop)
(Primrose)
It's one of those places that truly makes you stronger if it doesn't first kill you!
At home now, resting...
The day winds down and Snowdrop goes home. Primrose is eager to share her favorite movie du jour and so we start in on the American Tail as I fix supper. A hodgepodge of leftovers.
Art, books, movie. Isn't that just the most predictable way to merge a busy day into a quiet evening?
And so ends day one of grandma camp. Tomorrow the sun is with us and I plan on taking full advantage of good weather! Until then!
