And then I got to spend some hours with the littlest Little while the moms took Elliot out for lunch and fun.
Going to miss this irrepressible little guy. Fortunately, he lives close by! We’ve had a great time.
Me: “I love you so much, Elliot Hill!”
E: “I love you more, Gigi!”
Me: “I love you more than the stars in the sky!”
E: “I was just going to say that!”
E: “But I love my baby brother more than I love you, Gigi.”
Me: “That is as it should be.”
We checked almost everything off our list, and had some surprises to boot.
The penultimate day of Camp Gigi; “already.” Somehow I wasn’t so tired today; and we aren’t ending tomorrow after all. Elliot is relentlessly happy. Everything we do is “so fun.” Except for the later rescinded “No laughing, or Camp Gigi is over!” when he thought I was laughing at him, and a couple of “I don’t like you, Gigi,” quickly followed by a heart felt apology, he has been cheerful to a fault.
Another busy day, beginning with making donuts and eating them in the garden before picking another carrot or two, peas and lettuce that we took to the neighbor because we share our bounty when it’s more than we can use, and digging a few more potatoes. And, the first tomato was finally ready! (My neglected garden is a disaster! Next week some attention.)
We made muffins and cleaned the AirBnb in preparation for next week’s full house. (The cleaning might have gone more quickly had he not been following me around so closely he stepped on my heels.)
We returned to the library, and of course to HUBBUB and Aunt Becca. And FINALLY it was warm enough for the splash park.
Tacos for dinner, including the first tomato. In the middle of ice cream, he said, “I’m tired, Gigi.”
The day began early with Summerfest (aka Fourth of July) Pancake Breakfast at the park. And the playground, and hide and seek with Aunt Becca who was supposed to be flipping the flap jacks, and a checkout of the block house from pioneer days. Gigi was ready for a nap. Only 9:45. Seriously?
Back at home we looked for the woodpecker we had heard much earlier in the day. Elliot spotted it in the maple. And then art time!
And back to the park hoping to find the police and emergency vehicles on display. No luck. But the we watched the egg toss. And played on the playground some more. And got Ninja Turtle ice cream from the ice cream truck. (Disgusting stuff.) Then on to the parade!
And now the booming begins. It’s 8:00. And the official fireworks display doesn’t begin until 10:30. Elliot has made it perfectly clear he doesn’t like fireworks. Hopefully he won’t wake up. I don’t think I’ll ever be not tired again.
And he DOES NOT want to go to the river tomorrow. I was counting on that diversion.
It was an Elliot Adventure Day! Northwest Trek, up toward Mt. Rainier. Rebecca and I had never been there, but our parents took Elliot’s mom and uncle during a Camp Nana and Papa. It was a great pleasure to discover it with Elliot.
While waiting for me to unlock the front door, Elliot said, “Well THAT was a fun day!”
“Did you have a favorite thing today, Elliot?”
“Yes, FaceTime with Mommy and Mama and Adrian.”
Second favorite was the playground. 💜
It makes me deliriously happy to have the opportunity to share country life with this little city boy. To see the pure joy on his face when he gets his fingers around a potato buried in the soil; feels to see if the carrot is big enough to pull; picks a fat pea, unzips it, and pops the orbs in his mouth; picks the red huckleberries and puts them on his tongue erases any doubt that coming back here was the right thing.
“Gigi! For dinner I want to have everything we picked in the garden!” You got it. (He decided not to try the rhubarb sauce on his ice cream though.}
Elliot Hill, this is your hill.