Our Columbus Day weekend by the numbers:
Soccer tournaments played: 1, by Brendan, four back-to-back games in freezing cold rain
Heroic parents who attended said tournament: 1
Ever so slightly less heroic parent who spent the day cleaning and cooking and shepherding the other two around the UWS instead: 1
Insane baked goods made by one of the above heroic parents: 1 batch of "sledge bars," inspired by the treats that Owen's soccer coach brought to their game last week, consisting of a bottom layer of chocolate chip cookie dough, with oreos on top, and then a layer of brownie batter on top of that. Dear. Lord.
Miles run: 20 by Kevin, all before 8am on Sunday; 4 by me, at a far more civilized time of day (even better, my run ended at the store to buy brownie fixings and oreos, which just seemed so very wrong somehow)
Visits with adorable nephew (and his cute mom): 2
Tough Mudder races completed: 2 (neither by us, but Aunt Erin and Uncle Ben both deserve the shout-out for surviving the experience)
Family field trips: 1, to Cold Spring to hike up Mount Taurus
Discussions about leaves and tree bark during said hike: Non-stop
Snacks consumed during said hike: So very many
Number of times the Circle of Life song was sung during hike while standing on a rock outcropping over a bizarrely savannah-esque quarry: at least 7
Lies told to a child during said hike: 1, specifically that he and I had made it to the top and that the others were only still going on because they had hiked on a different trail by mistake
Tears shed by child on hike: maybe a dozen, because a rock was "scary" and looked like it was going to fall on him
Approximate number of other hikers seen on the trail: 200. Not quite as off-the-beaten-path an experience as anticipated.
Baseball games played: 1
Number of teams playing in that single game becasue no one had 9 players on Columbus Day Weekend: 6
Total number of 9-year-olds playing by the end of the game: 34
Elaborate secret hideouts created during big brothers' baseball game: Just 1
Parents who conveniently had to "work" on Monday, suspiciously requiring them to leave for DC immediately after said baseball game: 1
Art projects conceived and executed: Countless. Seriously. You couldn't count all of them.
Level of help demanded from me concerning such art projects: Relentless and simultaneous
Trips to dentist: 1
Kids who love the dentist because they were told not to brush their teeth that night: 3
Trips to Michaels for supplies for yet more art projects: 1
Doors decorated for Halloween: 1
Soccer jerseys created for their made-up "Central Park Bombers" team: 3
Bedtime snuggles: Zillions
Bedtime discussions of death and how much better it would be to go to heaven or the Fields of Asphodel instead of just being nothing forever and ever and ever: 1
Bedtime tears and panic at the thought of death, specifically dying in a fire after the apparently quite powerful Fire Department presentation at school last week: Quite a few, requiring immediate extra emergency snuggles despite it not being their turn or on their bed
Hiking Mount Taurus:
The "summit" which only some of us got to see (shhh, don't tell Henry that):
One of the many, many leaves that made their way home with us.
We are putting all the other doors on our floor to shame, Halloween-decoration-wise.
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. It's probably obvious, but Henry's poster includes the word "SPORTS" written at a sharp angle, soccer and lacrosse(?) on the top level, and the Yankees and the Jets down below.
We spent most of Monday in Riverside Park playing all the sports with their buddies. Before returning home for yet more art projects of course.