The Good Life

Yesterday, I watched my kids float on a raft on a beautiful pond while I had a beer with my childhood friend, Ali. They were sweet and funny and they didn’t crush either of Ali’s two adorable children with the giant rocks they were collecting and pushing off the dock. I’m not a religious person by far, but I felt, and I still feel, so blessed to have this summer with them.

From this far away, even if they were whining, I wouldn't hear it.
From this far away, even if they were whining, I wouldn’t hear it.

In the morning, we did stuff around the house and played a little. The kids’ new game is playing movie theatre with Hazy’s puppet theatre. You pay for your ticket with a Crazy 8’s card, and then you get a (different) Crazy 8 card as your movie ticket. It’s as exciting as it sounds.

Taking his job very seriously.
Taking his job very seriously.

Then, we headed down to Spectacle Pond to visit Ali, and her sweet kids, Violet and Adam.

I will make nature lovers out of these kids if it kills me. Unless there are bugs, then I'm out.
I will make nature lovers out of these kids if it kills me. Unless there are bugs, then I’m out.

At one point, Hazy tried to help the two littler kids with the raft (Adam was napping), and they turned on her. I told her, I don’t think they understood you were trying to help. She replied, little people never understand me.

This time the boat's in the water!
This time the boat’s in the water!
Two members of the 1992 ABRHS "Dream Team" state  swimming champions. (Ali, no joke, we heard "We Are The Champions"  this morning in the car.)
Two members of the 1992 ABRHS “Dream Team” state swimming champions, parents of 4 kids who can’t swim*. (Ali, no joke, we heard “We Are The Champions” this morning in the car.) *more than 2 feet
Ever the romantic, George pulls Violet's boat so she can pick lily pad flowers.
Ever the romantic, George pulls Violet’s boat so she can pick lily pad flowers.

Even though it was late, we had promised the kids Kimball’s (our childhood ice cream joint), and a promise is a promise. Also, ice cream is ice cream.

This was a bad time to not have wet wipes.
This was a bad time to not have wet wipes.
Violet, you are an artist.
Violet, you are an artist.

It may be all the ice cream, but I’m starting to really dig this stay-at-home mom thing. Both kids ended the day with 7 minutes one-on-one time, and it was just right.

 

 

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