You guys, this kid!
Funny, smart, and curious, we fell in love with him right from the get-go. Always ready to try something new — oatmeal and blueberries, a waterslide, sleeping under the stars on the trampoline — he attacked the week head-on.
One of his goals, he told me, was to see as many animals as possible. That first morning, he came thudding down the stairs. “I need to go see the cows!” he said as he shot through the kitchen and out the door.
We didn’t get to treat him to a real, live bear, but along with the ordinary creatures that comprise our farm menagerie, he got to see a rat snake (hiding in the rafter’s in my brother’s basement), deer, assorted little fishies, the hind leg of a dead baby bunny dangling from Charlotte’s mouth), mice (also dead, thank goodness). He also got to try his hand at milking a cow. (He didn’t like the milk warm, but said it was fine chilled.)
The boys plucked a hornworm caterpillar from a tomato plant and then decided to keep it in a container. The next day they noticed maggots were crawling out through its skin. My younger son wanted to cut it open to investigate but Fresh Air boy said they needed to research it first.
Soon we were all gathered around the computer, slack-jawed, learning about parasitic wasps who lay their eggs in caterpillars and then, days later, their larvae chew their way out through the caterpillar’s skin and then the caterpillar, whose mind has been hijacked by the wasp, makes its cacoon around them and not itself.
And then they cut it open — and yep, its belly was packed full with larvae!
A great eater (highly appreciative, too!), he loved applesauce and granola, bread and strawberry jam, watermelon, milk, skittles, nectarines, waffles, chocolate cake, bacon, pizza, corn-on-the-cob. When I made him toast one morning, he told me he wanted to butter it himself this time.
“Why? Did I put too much butter on it last time?”
“No, it’s just that it’s so satisfying to spread.”
After my younger son disappeared to his room yet again, we had a whole discussion about how introverts get energy from being alone and extroverts get energy from being with people. The next morning, I asked Fresh Air boy if my younger son was up yet.
“Yeah,” he said, “but he’s still charging.”
Among all the activities we did — swimming in the neighbors’ pool, attending church, seeing my younger son’s play, making a zipline, camping out, cooking eggs over a fire and roasting marshmallows, hiking, looking at things under the microscope, card games, listened to Harry Potter on tape, making pizza and pickles, flashcard competitions, going for bike rides, playing with the neighbor kids and cousins — Blue Hole was his favorite.
We went three times, which, according to him, wasn’t nearly enough.
I think he could’ve spent his entire week there, his feet in the water and a fishing rod in his hand, and been perfectly content.
He suggested that they ought to start a Dirty Air Fund, though when I agreed and offered to send all my kids to stay with him, he backtracked right fast, ha!
Also, after I gave the kids a pep talk about street safety before they went to the neighbors’, he popped his head back in the room to say politely, “Actually, I think I probably have more experience with busy roads than you guys do.” Touché!
The last night, a bunch of Fresh Air host families gathered at one of the host homes for a potluck, waterslide, and tie-dye.
The evening was a smash-hit — the perfect way to end the week.
This same time, years previous: fried, the quotidian (8.1.16), kiss the moon, kiss the sun, babies and boobs, a birthday present for my brother, dam good blackberry pie.
I seriously want there to be this program for adults! Let's trade houses for a week….you all in my tiny apartment in brooklyn (where we have two kids) and us out in the country. The blog post already makes itself!
The hornworm info was fascinating–having learned earlier this summer about the parasitic wasps, but your additional details are great (if I can stand to think about them.) The hornworms had been wreaking havoc on our tomato plants but now that we've left any of those with the white eggs on them be, the hornworms seem to be dying nicely on their own. Yuck.
Fresh Air Guy for President, though I think he is destined for bigger things.
P.S. Why does he look so distressed in the last photo?
I don't know! Cracks me up! Possible reasons: still half asleep, we overwhelm him, mixed emotions about going home, older son is cutting off his airways….
This speaks LOVE!!!
Thank you for sharing!!!