This week my husband and I are staying at my parent’s house.  My dad took a week off from work and he and Mom {Grandy} took the train 2 hours to go pick up my sister‘s 3 children, then they all got back on the train to come back to my house  to meet my 3 boys and stay there for the week.  It’s Grandy Camp. That magical week that happens every year.  The week my boys look forward to all summer.

Two Grandparents, one 4 year old, two 6 year old twins, one 9, 10 and 12 year old, and they all think it’s cool.  Oh and 4 of us parents who agree, it’s cool, and who have all secretly vowed to themselves that they will be hosting Grandy Camp one day, for their grandchildren.