This summer I was enduring my few months of morning sickness with baby number six, so the days when we didn't go to grandma's house were pretty lame for my kids. One day Andrew asked if we could go swimming in the neighborhood pool - I pictured myself barfing in the garbage can while Kate drowned- so I said no. In frustration he looked at me and said, "This is the worst summer ever!"
Thank goodness we went to Grandma's house a few times every week. There the miserable days spent at home were forgotten as the kids played with cousins and swam all day long. And I got to sit on the couch doing mostly nothing, unless I was napping. My poor family picked up a lot of my slack - thanks girls.
I, of course, took no pictures, but luckily my sister-in-law shared some of her wonderful pictures that capture all the fun.
The only bad part was leaving. My kids just couldn't understand why Grandma didn't need 5 more kids to add to the 9-13 kids that were sleeping at her house every night. Wouldn't that just be more fun?