It was a monumental undertaking and here it is, for the record.
3 - people that came to Peach Day
7 - boxes of peaches ready to be bottled
600+ - individual peaches to be blanched, peeled and sliced (mostly by Aleah, who claimed to enjoy the work)
3 - crock pots full of peach butter that needed blending and bottling
2 - hours Joe spent buying and assembling the Camp Chef stove (and we would have gone crazy without it)
6 - pots of boiling water (used for various purposes) we had going at any given time
7 - hours spent, in a row, on our feet, peeling, slicing and packing peaches
4 - peaches stolen by Little Man and left, half-eaten, around the house
6 - large bags of ice used
40 - pounds of sugar used (that's not an exaggeration, we really did go through 40 pounds of sugar for the bottling syrup and the jam). Oh, thanks to Becca's mom Valerie for telling us to put 1/2 cup sugar in the bottles with the peaches (then fill with boiling water) instead of mixing syrup separately. I think it was less messy and you didn't waste any syrup.
2 - bottles lost to unforeseen accidents
27 - little cuts Aleah has in her hand from the paring knife
1 - time we sat down and actually ate something
3 - lids we had left over (whew!)
253 - times I told Minnie that she could not use the computer/play in the street/assemble a functional rocket, until I was done with the peaches
87 - quarts of peaches successfully bottled (I don't know how many pints of jam and peach butter we ended up with. Pam?)
36 - bottles which belong to me and are stored lovingly in my food storage room to be petted, admired and gobbled up throughout the next year.