Over the past weekend, we spent most of Saturday and all of Saturday night taking care of our grandsons (ages 4 and 5) at our campsite at the lake while their parents had a date night.
This is a joy….a somewhat exhausting joy, reminding us why folks in their late 50’s and 60’s do not generally start a new family. But, we had a great time.
We played several ‘house rules’ games of Bocce. (I warned my daughter that before the boys played Bocce with anyone at their home area in New Jersey, they need to learn the real rules before they are on someone’s hit list for cheating…)
We watered plants. We hiked to the swinging bridge three times where I watched them cross and recross, throwing twigs and leaves into the stream to see if they would float or drop. It was hard to let them go by themselves, but I held my breath and let them risk the treacherous two foot drop over the 18 inch stream. They made it without incident. It would have made a great episode on one of the reality shows!
We cooked hot dogs and beans. We had corn on the cob.
Then, after dinner, Grandpa took them fishing. Of course, it took him 45 minutes to rig the three rods, 15 minutes to get everyone set and bait the hooks, another 5 minutes to get bait in the water….then 10 minutes later we were finished. (Not surprising at that age…in fact their interest in fishing may have lasted a few minutes more than mine.) But, they loved it and made a wonderful memory with Grandpa.
Then, back to the campsite for S’mores and bedtime. Sponge baths and bedtime stories. Nice.
It was a magical time. A treasure.