The end of August means it's time for another session at Camp Grandparents. This summer Ethan (13) and Seth (10) spent six days with the family elders — Bob and I.
I had all kinds of outdoor plans for the boys, but weather washed out a few of our outings. Instead of Bay Beach and the NEW Zoo, we went to see movie matinees.
Of course when choosing a movie, we had to consider their ages. The first selection was "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" in 3-D — Bob didn't join us for this show. He worked on his tractor instead.
It was an action-packed movie. When the end came, one of the turtles sang to the woman reporter a tune I knew, "Happy Together." I laughed. I'm sure I was the only one in the theater who was old enough to know that song was from a 60s group called The Turtles.
Bob joined us on another afternoon for the 3-D version of "Guardians of the Galaxy" — I wish I had brought my camera and gotten a photo of him wearing 3-D glasses. At least the swashbuckling space adventure had enough action and noise to keep Bob awake — most of the time.
Ethan and Seth "camped out" in our living room. Ethan claimed a couch and Seth a lounge chair — they could have used the guest bedroom, but that room doesn't have a TV.
Like other camps, we had craft time. Luckily, I had rummage sale finds for that — seashells and plaster material. Someone figured out that plaster-soaked fabric not only works for setting broken bones but is great for making crafts, too.
Our project was to create ghosts. The boys — who are forever teasing each other and can be very loud — worked well together. With the plaster material, a couple bottles and pieces of dowel rods, they made six ghostly figures: one large, three medium and two small. They are all set for Halloween — of course, we were all ghostly white after this project.
The rummage sale shells were glued on boxes along with painted wood initials. Both Ethan and Seth creatively made their own keepsake boxes. Most of the glue went where it was supposed to go, but a couple fingers did need unsticking — they take after me.
We had usual adventures, too. Bob took both boys for rides in the cart at sunset to see deer, cranes and turkeys by our woods. Once when a lone deer was spotted in our neighbors alfalfa field, the boys started singing "Doe a deer, a female deer" at the top of their lungs. Bob could see a dozen deer just over a hill scatter. The boys never saw the herd — this so reminds me of our loud brood when we tried taking them for nature hikes. They always wondered why they never saw any animals, too.
One special session with our grandsons involved this grandma and her camera. I've been working on a novel I'll soon self-publish. It's about a boy in the 1930s and is inspired by funny stories my father told about his life. To finish the book, I need a cover. That's what I drafted Ethan and Seth for.
Wearing rolled-up jeans, shirts, suspenders and caps, they pretended to be in the 1930s while I snapped photos. We had a shoot in the backyard by the old fence and in an apple tree; they even pretended to play marbles. Afterward, we went on location by train tracks where they walked the rails — they were so sweet to do this for me.
Now comes the hard part. I have to decide which photo to use for my book cover.
For our last outing we went to the Stevens Point Sculpture Park. After wandering through the woods, the boys went home, and Bob and I drove off in a very quiet car.
Boy was I tired after a week of fun and games, but I'm already looking forward to next year — good thing I have time to recover before then.