Good times
Just finished up a great July 4th weekend with Corey and Sophie and their girls. They drove through to the Cape on Friday on an extended driving vacation and spent Saturday with us -- they wanted to go to the beach on Sunday, which we opted out of (Bonnie's not a big beach person and a lot of us Cape residents opt out of the salt water beaches on weekends like this because of the crush of tourists).
But that left us with my father in law's own party on the 4th, and a day of sightseeing in Woods Hole, which both were fantastic. Ultimately, Corey and I regretted not getting enough one on one time with each other, but the goal was to get our families together anyway, so we both departed satisfied that a good time was had by all. Our kids got along well with their kids, etc.
The Woods Hole trip was Bonnie's idea. She'd suggested it because the fisheries down there -- an aquarium run by the WHOI -- is free, and we're flat broke this week. Bonnie's a master at finding bargains or cheap stuff/things. We were talking about it on Sunday and I told her what a good time I had. Bonnie noted that I don't like to do that sort of stuff with the kids alone, and she's right: The problem is that I get very stressed out trying to corral our three rugrats together in public places. All of them are very strong willed and have their own ideas about where they want to go and what they want to do, which can make getting them to stick to a single agenda very difficult.
I'll try to improve on this point, though.