Thursday, July 5, 2012
(Not) Born on the Fourth of July
But before we spent three days eating nothing but Trader Joe's peach pops, we were off to the beach this past weekend for some quality time with two of the duckling's older boy cousins, who are beyond awesome with the little guy and also seem to enjoy our company, which we well know is destined to change as each inches towards teendom.
While I would never dare label us the "cool aunt & uncle", we've managed to earn a little street cred with the band of three brothers (who make up half of the duckling's cousin population) by introducing them to Geocaching, an international web-based scavenger/treasure hunt involving a GPS, bison tubes and encrypted clues for finding hidden treasure or, at a minimum, a water-logged piece of paper on which you write your name. And of course it goes without saying that bragging rights for the proud finder are always on the table.
Giving credit where credit is due, my husband & I owe our marginal cousin-rated cool quotient to my big brother, who is the ultimate explorer and captain of all things cool and boy - he's lived all over the world, driven his motorcycle on the Audobahn and, I'm certain, could survive for a month in the wilderness with nothing but a tampon applicator and a roll of dental floss. If ever there were a catastrophe of apocalyptic proportions, he'd be the first person I called (you know, because I'm sure I'll have cell phone reception during Armageddon).
So back to Geocaching. We'd first gone on a geocaching expedition with the boys back in March but came back with nothing to show for it except a tick bite on my husband's shoulder. Anyone married to a hypochondriac knows that this, in turn, meant our house was consumed with Lyme disease google fests, antibiotic prescriptions and half a dead tick living in a ziploc bag on our kitchen counter for a week. Husbands, also not such a glamorous breed.
After two more unsuccessful treks over the weekend, I decided to filter our searches down to a difficulty level of 1 out of 5 and came across one hidden by a brownie troop. No offense, but if we couldn't do this one, it was time to hang up the GPS for good. Luckily we managed to locate the cache, sign the log and hold onto our dignity for one day longer, even if does mean we geocache like a girl.
Here's photographic evidence, above and below, of the boys finding and signing the log.
In other news, I took a stab at writing code for this blog for the first time, creating a new look for our DIY projects gallery. In case your nerd alert siren was going off, now you know why. Here's a link to see the new gallery page. I hope you like it.