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Friday, July 22, 2016

7 Under 8: Our Family Vacation


It's been a few weeks since we got back from family vacation. Honestly, it's taken me this long to recover.  There were 8 adults and 7 kids, ages 7,7,5,5,3,2,1. When they are all together they’re like a wild tribe of savages that have never experienced civilization, and we adults are the western explorers looking at them with wonder. Family vacation is like our own Indiana Jones exploration, a week of observing this wild population known as The Cousins. Here are some notes from my log. 



Travel: We left in the afternoon, two Cousins journeyed with us so that we may begin to acclimate to our week of research. They were smaller in stature than us, but looked similar. One talked non-stop, the other talked and sang with a mixture of their language and what we surmised to be gibberish. Then they both fell asleep. When they awoke, they demanded snacks and toys to entertain them, and we complied. We provided them with some toys we’d purchased at the Dollar Tree, and they were astonished, never having seen something as luxurious as a ninja that sticks to a window. 

Stopping for food was interesting. They seem to be unfamiliar with restaurants, or at least restaurant etiquette. They believe staying in one's seat is optional, as is eating. And when annoyed, they have no qualms about sharing that, as seen here: 



When we got to the hotel, two of our fellow researchers were there with two native Cousins of their own. The four Cousins embraced and screamed, running around the hotel room in what appeared to be delight in seeing each other. For ease and consistency we have decided to reference them by birth order, the eldest being #1, the next being #2, and so forth, ending with the youngest being #7. 

We decided to venture to the wading pool at our hotel. All the natives pushed all the buttons in the elevator, never having seen technology of this caliber. Number Seven said hello to everyone we saw. Upon entering the wading pool area, all four of them ran in different directions. Number 2 was an excellent swimmer, with the others ranging in skill and confidence. Numbers six and seven had more confidence than skill and would have drowned had we not intervened. Numbers Two and Four said "watch this" one hundred times. Number Seven asked my partner to hold him up in the air again and again, and he laughed in delight. What a strange request! Was this a customary ritual in his village? 

After a rousing swim session we agreed to retire upstairs. I laid down with Number 7 to demonstrate to him our way of sleeping. He was unaccustomed to sleeping in this manner, and preferred to lie perpendicular to me with his face on my back to sleep. Once he’d fallen asleep I moved to the other bed, but his brother joined me there. His brother’s preference of sleeping was to thrash about all night. Neither my partner or I awoke rested.  
Number Seven particularly enjoyed the hotel phone. 


The next morning we went downstairs to take breakfast. Though there was no waitstaff, the natives yelled out their food choices. We realized that they were expecting us to prepare breakfast for them! In our culture we would not request another to prepare our food, especially requesting so in this demanding nature, but we obliged since their customs were clearly different. Once we fixed their food and delivered it to them at the table, they each decided they actually wanted a different choice instead. We came back with another round of breakfast for each, so that they might sample all the Country Inn and Suites had to offer. After providing this lovely modern American experience, we started back on our journey. 

Day 1: We arrived at our destination in the afternoon. When all the Cousins saw each other, they participated in a great greeting and demonstration of strength by each taking turns picking each other up. Then they ran in circles screaming what must have been shouts of joy. They went to explore the pool. Some were more comfortable than others, and one yelled “I can’t swim!” in despair, before swimming across the pool on her own. We noted that male Cousins will urinate anywhere, while the females are more discreet. 


Day 2: The boys awoke early, despite being up late last night. Our senior researcher took Numbers Six and Seven out to the beach, where they proceeded to throw shells back into the ocean over and over. And over and over. They also greeted each dog they saw with a wave and a hug. 



Later the bigger Cousins came down to the beach and ran in the waves, then went back to the pool before going in for lunch. Not having an understanding of meteorology, there were tears and stomps when it started to rain. Perhaps they thought it would never stop? One of our team introduced a new board game and that tided them over until the rain stopped. Today we noticed that these people have boundless energy, though they need no protein, fruits, vegetables, or alcohol! When we offered them hot dogs at dinner, they put tiny flags in them, clearly not recognizing them as food items. 



Day 3: Cousins protest sunscreen vehemently. Does this tribe have some mutation in their DNA that renders their skin unburnable by the sun? The two brothers that were in our care were particularly fond of cheese crackers and cheese puffs, and were more impressed with these than the ocean. Though there was the entirety of the sea before them, they sat in the sand with a box of cheez-its, alternating putting their sandy, salty hands in the bag. 

Additionally, they are not conditioned to smile for a camera, preferring a more candid scowl. You'll see even one of our researchers began to take on this same look. 



This evening we set about trying to get some nice pictures to document the experience. While it went much better than last year's attempt, it was not perfect. Maybe Cousins do not have the technology for photography in their village.  Clearly the photos they value have tears or dance positions in them. 






After pictures the Cousins enjoyed a game of eating mystery jellybeans. Some were regular flavors we're accustomed to, like strawberry and coconut. Others were unusual flavors like grass clippings, booger, and baby wipes. We are accustomed to different cultures enjoying different delicacies, but what we found unusual was that the Cousins didn't like the flavors we found unusual, yet they still ate them. They gagged and spat them into the sand, and then went back for more. It was a custom that they all found disgusting, yet they all voluntarily participated in. (Perhaps that's how other cultures would describe our Black Friday?) 







Day 4: Someone must be crying at all times. Cousins seem to have a sixth sense about them that notes when one stops crying and prompts another to begin. Reasons for these outbursts vary, but may include it's raining, it's about to rain, it's hot, it's cold, someone has a toy they want, they don't know what they want for lunch, we stopped having fun for 5 minutes, someone asked if they need to pee, or it stopped raining. When anyone says something that Number Seven doesn't like, he pretends to fall asleep. Even if he's in the pool. 



Day 5: We took Numbers 2, 4, 6, and 7 into town. We visited such attractions as a Pirate Museum and Ripley's Believe It Or Not, and saw several places of historical significance. But their favorite was eating pizza at lunch and shopping in the pirate museum gift shop. Number 7 particularly enjoyed the trolley that took us around town, and he waved and yelled "I riding!" then promptly faked falling asleep when anyone looked or waved at him. He is a small, strange creature. 



Day 6: Cousins also have some eating rituals that are unusual. At a restaurant, they will ask for a specific food. Insist upon it. Beg for it. Promise they will like it. Then, once it is presented to them they will take one bite and declare they no longer like it. It is these times that they've been served the largest portion in the history of time. 


Number 7 prefers to wear an oven mitt while he eats at home, but does not take it out with him to restaurants. He will also try to fit every piece of cereal that's in a cereal box into his mouth at once.



They eat with such wild abandon and passion that they care not where food may land! They care not where food trash lands either. Perhaps they have servants who clean up after them? Certainly no one lives among such trash.



They also have unusual methods for sitting in chairs. Here you will see Cousins 4, 5, and 7, none of them seated on their hind quarters.  You'll note that Number 5, on the left, is royalty. 




Day 7: Cousins played in the sand. No one wanted to get buried and everyone wanted to dig, then everyone wanted to get buried and no one wanted to dig. 


Cousins consider accessories to be clothing, and clothing to be accessory.  



For sport, they enjoy arguing, running, screeching, and full contact wrestling. 

Here we captured a short video of their customary inside ritual that they participate in nightly: 



Once they warmed up to the idea of taking pictures, they also enjoyed experimenting with perspective. 
Numbers One (front) and Two 

Numbers 3 (front) and 4



Tomorrow we shall leave for home. We are exhausted, but we have observed much about this culture and are grateful for the chance to learn more about them. Until next year....





Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Seven Under Seven

This week marked my 16th year going to the beach with The Husband's family. You may remember last year's post, when we had Six Under Six. Thanks to us, we now have seven under seven. Don't worry, we aren't planning to make it eight under eight next year.

Seven children. Eight adults. Two floors. Six beds. One pull out couch. One tent. Four cars. One trip to Urgent Care. Forty-seven trips to Publix. 127 wardrobe changes. 612 meltdowns.

The first afternoon we got there we assessed the place and started bringing our things in. We arrived in waves, and the kids were more excited with each new arrival. They ran, they bounced, they air "fighted" with fists and kicks and spins. The Boy kept screaming "I have the power!" in his best He-Man voice. They jumped on beds, and we yelled "don't jump on the bed!" and "use an inside voice!" We would isolate one to make eye contact and ask them to calm down, then they'd be gone, lost in a cloud of dri-fit fabric and warrior calls. Then more cousins would arrive and it would start over, and they were all hopped up on sea air, freedom, and gas station snacks. It was like a continual ambush of tiny dwarf ninjas. 

Full contact movie watching. They are still like this for approximately 28 seconds. 

Here BeYoYo has on his cousin's Halloween Hello Kitty shirt, and is wielding two swords. 

Day two BeYoYo came down with a virus. His temp hovered at 100, and if he could talk he'd have said he felt pretty crummy. It lasted for about 24 hours, and he was back to himself. The next day was The Boy's turn. You know you're a real parent when someone says they're going to throw up, and you instinctively offer your hands just in time for them to fill them with vomit. By the end of the week, 5 of the kids and The Husband had had a fever, with some variation of chills, vomiting, sleepiness, and general crabbiness. The Husband's temp reached 102.5, and I was afraid for a minute I was going to have to drive us home without his help. And also for his safety, of course.

Sorry we brought a virus, guys. 

With four families on different schedules, and three sets of small kids all staying up later than usual, eating more junk than usual, and having to get along with more people than usual, there were bound to be some meltdowns. Like this one, which I don't remember the reason for, but I remember that as she was crying, another child snuck up on her and added a cape:






Classics like "Can I have some Cap'n Crunch? I want Cap'n Crunch. PLEASE please please please can I have some Cap'n Crunch?" Child receives Cap'n Crunch and screams "Noooo! Not THAT!" and falls in the floor like she's been slapped in the face.  A variation on that theme is the parent saying "Come eat your cereal. Come eat your cereal. You need to come eat your cereal before it gets soggy." and child shows up, takes one look at the cereal and screams "I can't eat that! It's WET!" These tiny people look at us, pleading for food and better treatment like they are on adopt-an-orphan infomercials instead of on family vacation. 

There were also the old standbys like I don't want to go to bed, I'm hungry but I don't want to eat, she bothered my thing, he's looking at me, it's my turn now, I don't want to go in, I don't want to go out, I have to pee, I don't have to pee, and I don't want to be doing whatever everyone has decided to do. There was also some incoherent shrieking, brought to you by these two, who didn't want to be left out:


We took the oldest six out to eat once, and grandparents kept BeYoYo. It was loud. And hot. And past their dinner time. And at the last minute the restaurant fryer quit working, so no chicken tenders and fries. Children, you'll have to make do with hamburgers or sandwiches or fish. No? Okay, then, just eat raisins and goldfish for dinner. There was a lot of grouchiness, but mostly just from me. 

Don't think we took them all on our own. The other adults just didn't make it in the pic.

The dwarf ninjas enjoyed the pool and the beach, the pirate museum, the old fort, and the light house. Mostly they just enjoyed playing with each other. 







The Boy said the pool was his most favorist thing of all. The Husband said we could have just stayed at home and gone to the Ho Jo and saved a lot of money. 


We had The Boy's birthday party at the beach and celebrated with his twin cousin. The Husband had made me promise not to make a cake, and I obliged. But.....the bakery I had been emailing with quit responding. So we agreed to pick up an ice cream cake and I'd make fondant decorations for the top. I know, I know, I can't leave well enough alone. She wanted mermaid, he wanted Superman. 


Here they are, happy at their party. 
We're four! We're best buddies! What could go wrong?
And here she is, blowing out the candle on cue, but before he was ready. 


And here he is, starting to pout. Check out her face. 

Afterward there were mutilated sugary body parts everywhere. It looked like a cartoon shark attack. 


Even though he won't be one for three more weeks, we celebrated BeYoYo's birthday at the party too. When in Rome. 
Turns out he loves cake. He gets that from me. 



Family pictures were epic. Legendary. The things family stories are made of. 


We wanted one decent picture of all the grandkids with the grandparents. This is one of the better ones we got. From left to right we have itchy, not sure what to do, he's touching me, starving, exhausted, confused, and I love my penis. You'll noticed even the grandparents aren't smiling. The rest of us are all behind the camera, threatening and promising and pleading for just ONE picture. I don't think Bebe is going to want to frame this, folks. 


And we got some shots of just us too. 

I accused the Husband of squinting here, and he said "that's just my natural grimace"

He accused me of reigning over everyone here. I told him that was just my natural position. 



This one sums up our week the best: The Husband is rubbing his eye, BeYoYo is like "hey guys!", The Boy is sticking his tongue out, and I'm wasting my time trying to wrangle them all. 

My brothers in law did manage to get this shot of the oldest six. BeYoYo was asleep, and I'm not complaining. Is anyone good with photoshop? 


We made it home on Saturday with a liberal mix of screen time and junk food. Prissy was so excited to see us that she ran in circles and threw up in the floor.  BeYoYo laughed from his car seat saying "More! More!" Then he blew out a diaper, and another. I went to put the cloth diaper in the washer, and a mouse darted out from behind the washer to the garage. We'd been home 15 minutes. Welcome home. If you need me I'll be back at the beach. Or the Ho Jo.