The weekend at the cabin with three little girls went super well. They played together and were thrilled to be up. They got to go to a movie under the stars, drive a party boat, fish, and play in the lake, which was cold from the snow melt. Us four adults managed to keep up with them, but barely. The eating is what's exhausting. They are hungry all the time and rejecting what you offer and not eating what is on their plate, and hoping for a diet of starches and sugar. But I managed to get my foster granddaughter to eat Campbell's Chicken noodle soup Friday night, and a bit of hamburger and about four penne pasta pieces Saturday night and most of a burrito Sunday night. Breakfast one morning was a lot of butter and syrup put again and again on one tiny piece of waffle. And the three had strewn their clothes and stuffed animals all over, under and in every nook and cranny of the cabin, so packing up required a lot of firm direction, shall we say.
My friend and I both wondered how we'd done it all those years ago with our own kids. We got very few moments of relaxation, but it's so fun to watch these kids, at 5, 6 and 8, that we were entertained showing them the osprey nest, keeping them from falling off the boat, and taking them to the snack bar for ice cream. Doting. That's a good term.
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