So I'm a little behind on my blog. Technology glitches.
Two days ago, on a nice and breezy but still hot as sweaty balls Sunday afternoon we dropped the kids off at Camp Champions for two or three weeks (they get to decide if they want out after two). Before that we started the morning off with a sweet breakfast of baked goods at Upper Crust and even sweeter hugs from their friends.
If you have been reading / listening to too much news and you need a little picking up, look at the picture of Ava and Vivian hugging. It's so amazingly honest. It's cute as a box full of kittens. And it's the future.
After drop-off at the Camp, Jo and I stopped by home to pick up alcohol, and then Central Market for a nice watermelon and finally to a pool party at Evan's Magellan class mate's home. It turns out that parents celebrate not having their kids around by acting like kids!
After that party we met yet another group of recently liberated parents at the Draught House, and we stumbled home at midnight and didn't have to pay a sitter!
In the weeks leading up to Camp, we were worried about the kids. Vivian played it cool and acted like it was nothing. Evan, who is already pretty physical and hyper, cranked both up - till it was non-stop hugging while talking and / or bouncing off the wall.
At drop-off, Vivian was slightly more subdued and even agreed to hug me good bye. Evan waved across from the field, yelled "tell Mom bye", and was gone.
Three weeks of peace. Not having to repeat one thousand times a day:
"Pick that up"
"Don't touch her"
"Did you smack him?"
"Hurry up"
"You need shoes"
"Put your iPad down"
"Eat that"
"No headphones"
"No TV in the morning"
"Stop singing at the dining table"
"For the last time, turn off your lights and go to sleep"
Jo - do we even remember to talk without saying those things?
Two days ago, on a nice and breezy but still hot as sweaty balls Sunday afternoon we dropped the kids off at Camp Champions for two or three weeks (they get to decide if they want out after two). Before that we started the morning off with a sweet breakfast of baked goods at Upper Crust and even sweeter hugs from their friends.
If you have been reading / listening to too much news and you need a little picking up, look at the picture of Ava and Vivian hugging. It's so amazingly honest. It's cute as a box full of kittens. And it's the future.
After drop-off at the Camp, Jo and I stopped by home to pick up alcohol, and then Central Market for a nice watermelon and finally to a pool party at Evan's Magellan class mate's home. It turns out that parents celebrate not having their kids around by acting like kids!
After that party we met yet another group of recently liberated parents at the Draught House, and we stumbled home at midnight and didn't have to pay a sitter!
In the weeks leading up to Camp, we were worried about the kids. Vivian played it cool and acted like it was nothing. Evan, who is already pretty physical and hyper, cranked both up - till it was non-stop hugging while talking and / or bouncing off the wall.
At drop-off, Vivian was slightly more subdued and even agreed to hug me good bye. Evan waved across from the field, yelled "tell Mom bye", and was gone.
Three weeks of peace. Not having to repeat one thousand times a day:
"Pick that up"
"Don't touch her"
"Did you smack him?"
"Hurry up"
"You need shoes"
"Put your iPad down"
"Eat that"
"No headphones"
"No TV in the morning"
"Stop singing at the dining table"
"For the last time, turn off your lights and go to sleep"
Jo - do we even remember to talk without saying those things?
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I miss them.
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