Camden, meet your great grandfather Beaupre

Take a look at this photo, paying particular attention to the boy standing on the left:

Camden I’d like you to meet your great grandfather Beaupre. His name was Donald Joseph Beaupre – they called him “Don.”  He was my Dad.

I’m guessing this photo might have been taken around 1931 or 1932 when he was seven or eight years old.  Just about your age.

When my sister found this photo she instantly said to me, “Who does Dad look like? It’s unbelievable… Camden looks just like him.” I took a look and was blown away, agreeing with the remarkable resemblance.  Here’s a photo of you around the same age, what do you think?

 

you conquered Dark Tower!

we played a spirited game of Dark Tower, my favorite board game of all time (even better than Risk or Statego) and at the end after battling dragons, the plague, famine and battles of brigands, you came out victorious, raising the

Dark Tower, my favorite board game of all time (even better than Risk or Stratego) kept us busy for a few hours on a May afternoon.  At the end – after confronting dragons, the plague, famine and endless battles with brigands, you came out victorious, raising the golden spectre for all to see. Congratulations Conquerer Camden!

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a sure sign of summer

Ahhhh, baseball.  No sport represents summer better.

During the coldest, cruelest months of winter, major league baseball Spring training arrives, pitchers and catchers report to duty and our memory banks are instantly flooded with memories of ‘play ball’ visors over our eye days.

When warmer weather finally breaks through in April and May, New England springs (literally) to life and everyone smiles a lot easier.

Baseball is the harbinger of summer.

Did I smile easier when you started playing baseball today?  Did I enjoy sitting in my chair watching my athletic grandson enthusiastically begin a new season?  Did I appreciate the crack of the bat and watching red baseball seams fly through the air?

Yes, yes, yes, I did.

I always get a kick how you literally and figuratively get into whatever you’re doing – with zip and wham and boom and “I’m gonna try hard to be the best”unstoppable vigor.   You’re a full boat, jump-in-headfirst, no-holding back person –  I love that about you.  Camden Beaupre, you’re the Energizer, energizing yourself and everyone around you.

Play Ball!

 

a 3M adventure is a lot of fun but sometimes a lot of pressure for your Papa!

“We’re off to Blue Job mountain,” I said after picking you guys up in Dover and Madbury on a gray-sky day. “Are you ready for some hiking?”

“Yeahhh!” you shouted from the back of the Youk, the big white GM SUV that has brought us to and from so many adventures (along with our previous ride the black Lincoln Navigator SUV which Emma called “the alligator.”).

And then came the unavoidable question:

“What else are we going to do?”

I gulped. I should have known better.  After all, a 3M adventure has never been only one thing… it’s a combination of things.  I had nothing else in mind beside the hike!

“We’ll see, ” I said, scrambling for ideas, but finding none.

“Tell us, tell us!”

“I will – but you have to be patient!”  That was the only reply I could think of!  Maybe it would buy me a little time.

The sun was peeping out, the snow was finally gone, and we were going to enjoy our special outing.   Someone said hi to Ben – he is famous after all – so he led the way, taking the trail to the right. Up up up we climbed.  About three quarters of the way, we paused for a quick break to check out the view below us.  But the most interesting view was down, not up, and at our feet!

We were surrounded by slithering root structures that popped out of the ground everywhere, threatening to entangle us in its venomous embrace.  Yikes!

 

I took a selfie of all of us, the wild and crazy hikers.

At the top, we sat and ate our snacks. Everyone had plenty of energy left so after a little more scampering about we decided to head back down the mountain and do the next thing on my list… which was…. uh… I still didn’t know!

By the time we got down Mt. Blue Job, it was much warmer and time for food.  That made the next idea a slam dunk  “How about lunch?” I asked, “are you guys hungry?”

“I’m starved Camden said,” followed by the inevitable “where are we going to eat?”  I quickly flipped it around:  “Where do YOU guys want to go?”

You didn’t have any answers, so the pressure was back on.  “Man, there’s no relief for the weary,” I said to myself. “what’s nearby?  where would they like to go?  Then it hit me, a proven winner from the past:

“How about Friendly’s? You like it there right?  We’ll go to the same one we went to after we brought presents to St. Charles Children’s Home at Christmas last year, remember?”  You did.

They sat us fast and gave us quick service.  Soon we were enjoying an assortment of club sandwiches, mini cheeseburgers, fries, milk and shakes.  And oh yes, sundaes.  Energy restored, we piled back into the Youk.  You immediately asked:

“Where are we going next?”

I needed to pull something out of my hat, and fast!  What could we do, where could we go?  We had already been on a hike, it wasn’t summer so swimming was out, no one wanted to be cooped up inside…. hmm, what were my options?

Then it dawned on me.  We’d go to a place where we could all still stay outside, where you could definitely have fun, a place you hadn’t been in awhile, a place that had recently opened up its full assortment of games and services as Spring sprung.

Saved by my last minute idea, and knowing the pressure was now off, the ride to Rt. 108 was a breeze and went by fast.  As we turned into Hilltop Fun Center you voiced your pleasure with the choice.

“Are we going to play miniature golf first?” Emma asked, and that’s exactly what we did.

Ben was crazy, getting down on the ground to blow his ball into the hole:

After miniature golf, Emma and Camden zipped around on the go-carts as Ben and I watched.  Round and round you go, where it stops, everybody knows!

 

 

I wasn’t surprised when you asked, “Can we play some of the games?” We bounded inside and soon you were working hard, trying to win as many tickets as possible.  Emma won the prize when her tickets just kept coming out and out and out and out! We were all laughing our heads off, there were so many!

Our second 3M adventure of 2014 was a success as you headed home with an assortment of mini prizes.

There was a moment of silence before I heard today’s inevitable question:

“When’s the next 3M adventure Papa?”

 

Hoppy Easter Camden!

we had a wild & crazy Easter egg hunt @ 44 Waterloo Circle this year, spanning 10 rooms. Each of you searched for one dozen eggs, filled with surprises like chocolates and spending money. happy hoppy Easter!

last hockey game of winter season

winter hockey came to a close today but you'll pick it up again in a different league (in Hampton, NH) this Spring. I'm glad you're going to keep it going because you really enjoy hockey and Grammy and I really enjoy watching you play it. you've come such a long way... your progress is more apparent in this sport than any other. you'll definitely be a multi-sport athlete when you get older because you're smart and enjoy competing against others and "showing your stuff." Proud of you Camden!!

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shushing your way to new heights

the Clickman's and Beaupre's joined forces and attacked the white slopes of Attitash Mountain. We had fun! Your natural athletic abilities revealed themselves once again as you quickly migrated from a "just learning" beltway lift to chairlifts and the top of the mountain.

a hockey star emerges

Steal, skate, shoot, score!

That’s what you did over and over again at your latest hockey game at the Dover Arena rink.

You’ve come so far since your early days on the ice, struggling to stand and remain balanced.  I appreciate what you can do because I was a horrible skater as a kid.  My ankles were so weak I couldn’t stand up straight and was truly pathetic.  My favorite part about skating at the Lion’s Club rink in Somersworth – no lie – was listening to the rock & roll songs playing over the speakers outside.   Skiing, I liked; skating, not so much.

Every Sunday during the winter you play a series of five-on-five matches.  They divide the rink into three sections and six teams go at it for a total of 30 minutes per game with one minute shift changes.

You love playing offense in particular, and your confidence is sky-high.  On a typical Sunday across the three games, you often score 10-15 goals!  The best part is what you do after scoring… having seen NHL players do their thing, you bend one of your knees while skating and pump your fist in the air… and you always look into the stands to make sure your “fans” are watching the celebration.  Of course, we are!  Too funny!