Guys, I’m losing steam. We used to go on Discovery Adventures, and help homeless people and create things out of toilet paper rolls, and now we’re not even leaving our neighborhood. But, a good day was still had by all.

First, we got to tennis (and literacy!) camp early, which is a miracle in itself. George walks about 1 mile an hour, plus we always leave late, plus we brought Beatz. But somehow we got there early, so Hazy got some one on one instruction from the hot tennis coach. (Wait, tennis – and literacy! – camp is free AND there are hot instructors? Yep.)

While Hazy practiced her tennis (and literacy!), George convinced me to fill up the baby pool.

Like a fool, I filled up that baby pool.

After we burned through a bajillion gallons of water and the pool was full to the extremely high level that HRH demands, George declared that he was “done with the pool.” Hey, George. The Jerk Store called, and they’re all out of you.

Thankfully, I had used the (substantial) pool-filling time to clean out our car, which has smelled grody for about 3 months. Now it smells good! So hooray!

After we picked Hazy up from tennis (and literacy!) camp, we had a picnic at the sprinkler park with her bestie, Evie, and her family.

While George napped, Hazy and I baked, played “store”, and did puzzles.

Then, because Matty is away and our pool plans with my friend Maryann fell through (one day, MaryAnn!), and as I’m clearly like a little wounded bird when I’m on my own, my friend Dee invited us over for tacos. Thank you, Dee!

I hope Hazy’s tennis, and literacy, skills don’t suffer when we skip camp tomorrow to go to the beach with my friend Cindy and her extended family. Let’s all say a prayer for no greenheads at Crane’s! If you still have prayer time left, also say a prayer that I can fold up the beach tent. And not to be greedy, but also that we get a parking space.