While I wouldn’t necessarily suggest living on Cape Cod in winter with kids… visiting in summer? Definitely. Brewster is probably my favorite town on the Cape. We got married in Brewster, in a cute little church that Rob’s grandmother built. (Well, she didn’t build it. She had it built. She was rather well to do you see.) Finn was baptized in that church and Robbie and I had our rehearsal dinner down the road at his dad’s cousin’s beach manse. Robbie’s dad and step mom bought a beach house right on the water next to said beach manse, and that’s just where we stayed over the long weekend. Mum is here until next Tuesday night (mama please DON’T leave!!) so I wanted to make sure we got in at least one trip to the Cape before she goes home.
It turns out that vacations with three boys under five is hard, even if you are one adult for each child (stay tuned for my essay on why people should probably stop crucifying that poor woman whose son snuck into the gorilla enclosure – I know you love my commentary on society’s problems). We tried to take a walk along the bike path in Orleans and the only person behaving was Jules (he was sleeping). I must have said “BOYS! STAY TO THE LEFT!” twelve thousand times. Possibly more. Finn and Bennett were having a ball not paying ANY attention to me until I separated them and told Finn a cyclist would probably run him over if he didn’t stay left. The cyclists did seem a little aggressive so I was only half lying. From that point on I got the silent treatment, we turned around and went home.
We ate a lot, as you do on vacation. Being from Sydney, mum is a fan of New England fare, notable favorites are lobster and butter and chowder and bisque and all the things that, if consumed regularly will kill you. She wasn’t brave enough to try the steamers but lucky for us, Finn polished off an entire plate on his own.
On one of our many ice cream runs, a group of girls just back from softball practice and their mothers surrounded me to ogle baby Jules. Mothers of older kids seem to ALWAYS be telling me how quickly the baby years go by and how much they miss them. It reminds me that as hard as it is sometimes, this time is the time I will miss the most. After the good 15 minutes it took everyone to choose their ice cream flavors, the ice cream fell off Rob’s double scoop ice cream cone as he walked from the store to the benches outside. To his credit, he was juggling a car seat, Bennett, and his ice cream cone. A few minutes later the softball girls came out and they had bought him a new ice cream. Their faces were lit up with the good juju that comes from paying it forward. There were good vibes all over the place that afternoon.
Sure go ahead, lick the giant outdoor ice-cream cone. It looks clean.
Robbie remembers buying penny candy at the Brewster Store as a kid and we do it every time we are in town – you know, strictly for the kids.
Three day weekends are the best. But for now, a happy non-long-weekend to you!
Now, if you play Groove Armada’s At The River while you dream of a trip to the Cape, it would make me happy. More importantly it would make you happy.