Here are the things we like to do best on our Cape Cod vacation:
Nana says this beach is dumpy. But the kids love to play in the "little water", a tidal inlet that rises and empties with the tide. We catch minnows, crabs, and eels. Shelby and Jenn get annoyed when the little kids stick crabs in their faces. We build sandtowns and dams, but never with the sturdiness and grandeur as when Uncle Jeff was helping.
The "big water" is deep and fun.
In Brewster, when the tide goes out, the crabs come in. At low tide, the water is so low you can walk for 7 miles out into the sea.
We collected hundreds of hermit crabs (with a few real crabs, snails, periwinkles, minnows, and crawfish) in just an hour or so. Dump the bucket just before we leave and watch the crabs disperse in a radial starburst!
Aunt Joanie had never seen Sammy the dog smile, chasing the gulls.
Friday nights, there's excitement in the air. The old fashion brass band plays popular music and children's sing alongs. On the 4th of July weekend, it's especially special. The cousins got light sticks. It was sooooo crowded, the lawn looked like a quilt patchwork of blankets and families.
An anonymous uncle from New Hampshire brought us an evening of entertainment which rivals the fireworks display in Washington DC (Uncle Bob's, that is). Safety conscious, with garden hose in hand and children at bay, the one incident was the runaway firework parachute which sailed blocks away out of sight, glowing, glowing, embers glowing (oops).
Chatham, small town America. Nana cheers as if Uncle Jonny is riding his bike like back in 1966. The old geezers marched and rode in antique cars; Minutemen fired their muskets; kilts and bagpipes; fire engines and dump trucks; and aging baby boomers rocking atop boom box wielding trucks. Meet each of the 14 candidates for Sheriff.
Jump. Jump. Jump. get sick. Jump. Jump. Jump. pass out. Ten trampolines rented at once for ten minutes. Ask Aunt Joanie, never jump on a hot sunny day.
In Chatham center, near the old railroad museum, there a castle playground across from the public tennis courts. Plenty of good intention, we don't make it there often enough.
In the driveway (well, in the street too), Jenn, Robbie, and Rayna play policeman. Jarrett is the speeder. Try to catch him, and if someone gets hurt, we keep plenty of Band-Aids to take care of them.
Nice quiet walks and runs around the winding neighborhood. Everyone gets lost, at least... uh, twice.
Food!! We go shopping twice a day, sometimes three times. Why not just rent Stop and Shop next year?
going out to eat
mealtime at the house
Here's what we do around the house: