I mean I love Bella buns more than life itself, but I wasn't shedding any tears when we left her at summer camp yesterday. I have heard sending kids to camp can be one of the hardest things to do. First of all, if it is that hard maybe you shouldn't do it. And it's not war, it's camp. It's a week. But sometimes Brett says I lack warmth.
I do have to say the counselors fascinated Brett and me. Their energy. Their zeal for life. Their smiles. Brett and I both weren't camp people. We had never really seen anything like that before. High on life. Clapping,
Screaming, Running 30 pound trunks to cabins in over 100 degree heat. I could barely push Lela's stroller, Brett and I had to take turns.
We shall see how she does... she was a bit iffy on whether or not camp is for her.
Making her bed with helpers.
Bella and her buddy, Courtney, that went together.
Sunday we loaded the car and headed home. It was sorta the same story as the first. Except the liquid in Lela's seat this time was her pee, and Bella and Jane fought over a McDonald Spider-Man clip for about two hours.
It is an amazing clip.
The trip was fabulous, however, the drive was not amazing.
Our vacations seem to always come to a close right when we get into our grove.
Saturday we went to the Breckenridge Beer Festival. Where I am sure to have gained five more pounds.
The kids did great until they didn't, and Brett took them once again to the Main Street park. My sis and Bella said a little longer.
That night we called the resort sitter again. This time she wasn't a stranger, because she was at our house Tuesday night. But if you asked me her name I couldn't tell you. Caitlyn, Kendall, Kalyn or just The Babysitter. The kids loved her, and my sis, Brett and I had a fun night on the town.
We told the waiter it was my birthday, because I like to start celebrating at least eight days in advance. The guys behind us didn't believe it was my birthday. They were indeed, right.
Thursday morning Brett took the kids on a hike while I recovered from our fun date night. The hiked looked amazing. Bella is quite the risk taker for a good pic.
We met my sis downtown that afternoon. Even though I am sad she lives so far away, it is nice that she lives in such a beautiful state. We played in the park, walked around town, and then stopped into, Modis, for a beverage.
After happy hour we went back to the condo and the kids jumped on her and chased her till at least everyone cried once. They love her so, they hate sharing her.
The second day we started off at fun peak day. Also known as let's try and spend a whole weeks worth of saved vacay money in one day. Good memories made though.
One hour into our day it started to rain. Brett being quick to see if he can get his $300 back ran to the ticket booth and asked the policy on a "rain out", even though we all know it rains in the mountains everyday for all of 10 minutes and then passes. But anything to take the pit out of his stomach for spending so much when the kids only wanted to touch the packed in snow pile and dig for "gems" both = free We did get them to go down the alpine slide once or twice. Walking back to the gondola with $220 back in Brett's wallet made for a good morning activity.
In order to appease their sadness for the fun park cut short we spent the money we thought we would have saved on the arcades at Eric's downstairs. Who wouldn't want to spend $16 on one rubber purple smiley face? By now into the trip I had already gained 4 pounds in pale ale. Mountains and beer seem to go hand in hand. I know some people may say mountains and outdoor activities. But reading and drinking a nice Vanilla Porter are right up my alley. Especially while my kids (and husband) play arcade games.
That night, after Eric's Downstairs, Brett and I called the "resort sitters.com". That's right... I have succumb to one of those desperate mothers that would trust a stranger in a strange place with her 4 kids. Luckily she didn't loose them, hurt them, or let them play with matches.