What makes for an excellent long weekend?
In this case: Eleven kids. Thirteen adults. A ginormous mountain "cabinet" at the very tippy top of a loooong and winding and vertigo-inducing road along Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina. Copious amounts of bacon, bourbon, and twisted humor. Zip lining. Christopher's leftover fireworks. (Huh?) A BATHROOM FOR EVERY FAMILY. (Yeah, important enough to warrant all caps.)
It was a ridiculously long trip down there on Thursday night, but I made good use of the time. Somehow, I managed not to cut off any appendages or cut into any clothing. I am so talented.
Around 1:30 AM, I heard the previously-asleep Olivia complain, "Bea stole my pillow." Indeed she had. I hurt just looking at that picture.
Even though every single person in that cabin was seriously sleep deprived, we had a fantastic time and no one tried to kill anyone else by boiling them in the 9th Circle of Hell Hot Tub or tossing them over the deck or siccing giant, furry, people-eating moths on them.
We had a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity, which I count as a full-on ab workout.
John found some random items in a closet.
The children built an unsanctioned fire pit in the driveway.
Sib A: Did you know that the kids are building a fire pit in the driveway?
Sib B: No. That's probably a bad idea.
Sib C: They said that Uncle Joey approved it. [Note: Uncle Joey was not present and unable to defend himself against the legitimacy of this claim.] And, um, it's pretty legit. It's a really good fire pit. There's, like, dry grass and shit under there and everything to help light it.
Sib D: Oh, yeah. We sent K to survival camp this summer.
Sib E: Fine. Let's just use it so they can make their s'mores and stop complaining.
We celebrated Bea and Olivia's birthdays with much Lego, jewelry, and fishing equipment. Bea's new fishing pole meant that OF COURSE we had to go fishing in the nearby creek. Who knew that Bea would love it so much? Who knew that it required a sparkly star headband? Who knew that Uncle Jason would catch a giant creek boulder?
We went out for brunch that involved two kinds of biscuits and about five kinds of breakfast meats. You all, this is what it looks like when my family goes out to eat. We had an entire room to ourselves. Note, please, the gloriously kid-free table where my siblings and I sat...
The rest of the weekend was spent just hanging out. The children played crazy games, stuffed their bathing suit tops with pool balls (yes, really), and just barely indulged my chicken hat obsession.
It was a pretty fantastic weekend. I may need to sleep for two weeks to recover, but that's ok.