The latest in our thrilling summertime adventure series: Cold Spring, another cute little town along the Hudson River. We opted to forego a big hike up Anthony's Nose as Kevin may still be traumatized by carrrying H to the top in 1000% humidity last year. Instead, we sauntered around Constitution Marsh (verdict: marshy) and then "hiked" the little trail over to Indian Falls. Both destinations were very popular, although I had to overcome some initial reluctance, as Owen's immediate response to my suggestion of the waterfall was, "that's an adventure for another time, my friend." Heh.
All that strenuous activity naturally required large infusions of burgers and ice cream, giving us just enough energy to throw rocks and launch ferocious cannon attacks.
I'd say it was a successful outing:
The next morning, we biked up to the little red lighthouse with some friends, where the boys all spent at least an hour collecting supplies for and building a monument/sculpture/flag-type thing. Oh, and more rock throwing of course. Happily, I wasn't required to rescue anyone from the Hudson THIS TIME (their friend slipped on the rocks on our last trip and and went in up to her neck, and as the only adult down on the rocks with them, I had to grab her by the HAIR and pull her out. She was highly amused by the whole thing, I was decidedly less so.) As an aside to that aside, on another trip up there earlier in the summer, Brendan almost wiped out on the rocks but Kevin grabbed him before he fell, prompting B to cheerily observe, "WOW, that really could have been TERRIBLE! Brains splattered everywhere! My blood and guts all over the rocks!" Hilarious little weirdos, all of them.
Frustrated by the lack of creative control, H opted to make his own flag closer to shore.
Later that afternoon, the boys embraced capitalism with a lemonade stand. Unlike the last time, where they donated the money to charity, this time they all decided they would really much prefer to keep their profits (quote their friend, "I really want a skateboard soooo...") True to form, Owen made most of the signs while B & M goofed around and had an impromptu dance party.
I believe M came up with the slogan. And the tempting offer of "free cookie, while supplies last!" Their customer service was basically dreadful, although it did improve somewhat over the afternoon. "Do you want your change?" is but one example.
The only other weekend highlight was the fact that we headed back out to the park after dinner, mostly to play basketball and box ball/four square, staying out until EIGHT PM BOTH NIGHTS, which is not at all exciting to a non-parent of small people but I found absolutely thrilling. However, that was prompted by a fairly heartbreaking moment on Friday night with Brendan despairing about not being good at sports (he is, for the historical record, but isn't as insanely competitive as Owen, very few people are). And, somewhat randomly, that he's bad at spelling. Not sure where that last one came from, but the sports-related sadness most likely was triggered by Owen regaling me at bedtime with tales of that day's sports triumphs at camp, including a description of how easily he blocked one of Brendan's attempts on the goal. We finished our goodnights, and Owen came out a few minutes later to announce that B was crying and was totally mystified when I suggested his words might be to blame. We talked for a while about it, and ultimately decided to spend more time playing basketball and to start doing summer spelling tests. When I left the bedroom, Owen was snuggled up with B on his bed, practicing spelling with him. Being a twin definitely has its pros and cons.