After six years I have finally figured out an important girl thing. Eliza's dream date is NOT a single night of shopping, a bike ride, going to the movies, or even the Build a Bear fantasy store. Eliza's perfect night is a two hour marathon of fast-paced, back-to-back, five minute activites; and SHE gets to choose. So Friday when the Dad took the boys (minus the Guatemalan) to the father son campout, we got down to business.
Do hair--5 mintues
Italian Sodas at the Cafe--5 minutes
paint toenails (and toes)--5 minutes
play at the park--5 minutes
etc--5 mintues
etc--5 minutes
etc--5 minutes
She finally collapsed in front of the "Enchanted" movie (longer than 5 minutes) and we determined the night to be a great success.
The boys had a great time camping. The tent poles weren't packed so they all slept under the night sky watching for shooting stars. The temperature hit 96 and Tony reports that he had the best ski of his life on perfect glass. The big boys loved fishing and playing capture the flag until midnight. This year I finally embraced the important father/son campout rule: don't pack change of clothes, pajamas, underwear, toothbrushes or soap. Do pack Hershey bars, marshmellows, swimsuits and soda.
Our field trip last week was to Cheney to ride my favorite Fish Lake Bike trail. We met cousin Corbin and Aunt Kimberly there and ended the day with ice cream and a visit to Grandma Abuelita. Corbin came to stay with us for a few days and it was nice to have the return of the "Corbin Rippy Show." Very entertaining as always.
For Service Day we took cookies and lemonade to the lifegaurds. I am not too proud to admit that this was a peace offering for enduring swimming lessons with an anxiety ridden Maxwell. He gets a little less neurotic every day, but we have yet to see even a hint of enjoyment.
The boys each ironed a Sunday shirt this week--check that off the list. It is amazing how accomplished one can feel when one sets very low standards for oneself.
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