At the beginning of July we packed up the whole family and headed to the east coast to meet baby Leo Edwards. Rod and Sue also flew out and we made it an Edwards family reunion on Cape Cod.
To start off, having five children--ages four, three, two, one, and 12-weeks--all under one roof was crazy. By crazy, we mean Lord of the Flies crazy. At least Ava was bossy assertive enough to keep some semblance of order by declaring early on, "No shooting the zeros (as in babies, under a year old)." And at least Emily was organized enough to make lunch for us every day. Make no mistake, we wouldn't have eaten anything if it were not for her.
| Grandad and Nana, surrounded by 4, 3, 2, 1, & 0 |
| Look, not Lord of the Flies at all |
Also crazy? The heat. The humidity. The bugs. Cape Cod really outdid itself there. But fear not, we came with liquor and made the Dark and Stormy our official vacation drink. Heat? What heat?
| Bedtime brought to you by Becks |
The children simply couldn't contain their excitement for the Cape. As in, they either never wanted to go to bed AND/OR they rose two hours before the sun to greet the day. But, what better way to get the most out of your day than to get up at 5 am! We took turns getting quality morning time with Caleb, our resident early bird, which generally meant the early riser would take a luxurious stroll to get donuts for the group. Donuts every morning for a week? This is vacation planning that we can get behind.
| Base camp |
Once the group had devoured a dozen donuts, we set out for the beach, only a few short blocks away. There we set up camp for the next few hours. And when we say "set up camp," we really mean it. With so many children, we rolled in 11-deep with a pop-up shelter, two umbrellas, three wagons of toys, seven (or so) beach chairs, an over-sized beach blanket, a cooler or two of food, two strollers, and then, of course, a pee-wee football team worth of children. From our base camp, we then spread out and took over the whole beach. We buried the children up to their chins in the sand, tossed the kids around in the ocean, walked hundreds of feet out on the sandbars and dug for crabs, and built sand castle cities aplenty. We were in it to win it.
| Everyone who slept in past 5:15, raise your hand |
Speaking of crazy, for kicks we thought we would attempt to get Ava on a boat for some whale watching. For those of you who haven't spent much time with Ava, she is pretty much scared of everything, so we thought it would be highly unlikely that she would ever board a boat. Unless, that is, her bestie, Ian, was planning on going whale watching too. For good measure, we threw in two of Ava's newest favorite people, Sophie and Julia, Ian's cousins (per Ava: "WE HAVE NEW COUSINS!"). There was a pre-boarding pep talk and she never looked back. I guess that will teach us never to assume we know anything about our child. As a reward for her bravery, a lady humpback breached a few feet away from Ava.
In a stroke of genius, we sought out the airline, flight, and seat numbers of Sue and Rod for the return to Portland and booked our whole crew right next to them. We chuckled when we saw them pull out their 500-page novels, and then laughed out loud when we saw them place earbuds in their ears as they settled in for the long trip. Then we offered them their choice of lapchild for the duration of the flight.
We've put more reunion pictures in our July album (coming soon) so you can see even more shots of Ava and Ian palling around, Caleb being his mischievous self, James following Sue around like a lost puppy, and Leo being a perfect little giggly angel.











