One of my friends went to a family wedding on the East Coast, so her 6 and 3 year olds spent the weekend with us. I met up with her at the LA County Fair on Thursday and then the kids came home with us for a "triple sleep over"
On Friday my 11-year-old daughter went with her Girl Scout troop to a weekend camp on Catalina Island, and although I think she enjoyed it, she seemed really happy to be home. When she went to bed just now she had that peaceful home-after-a-journey smile and said, “I’m glad I’m home.”
Me too.
So what else did we do this weekend?
The kids made pirate treasure out of everything in the recycling bin and transformed the bunk bed into a ship. Light sabers became pirate swords and there was even a showdown with a very large pirate who looked a little like Kip.
So we decided to take the kids on a real ship – our little sailboat. The little boy was elated. He called Kip, “Captain,” the whole time and took on the magnitude of a child making a lifelong memory.
Our son also had his first soccer game of the season and celebrated by showing us how he can now cross the whole monkey bars.
I ran 11 miles on Saturday. And Kip ran 11 on Sunday, which means we are still training for the Malibu Marathon.
I started reading Born to Run by Christopher McDougall, and I’m cutting this blog entry short so I can go finish reading it before I have to return it to the library. It’s really interesting so far.
you are the most mom in the world!!
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