Jack forgot his binder one day this week. I really needed to get a workout in, so I decided to just run it up to his school. Literally. His binder may have been a little sweaty, but I got two birds with one stone. Good times.
The boys have been begging to go camping. The big boys have hammocks that they really wanted to sleep in...all night. They were out of school one Friday so we decided to take them to a local campground. I should mention it was 95 degrees, Clayton had a soccer game that wasn't over until 7:00, the campground was 45 minutes away, and Oh, I hate to camp. Yes I do. This picture sums up my feelings on camping, getting 90 minutes of sleep, and it being 95 degrees.
See that hammock? Don't let it fool you. Ten minutes after everyone was settled Jack made his way into the tent with me and Andrew. About an hour later, right as I was drifting to sleep, Clayton was standing over me asking if it would be okay for him to come in the tent. Sure. The more the merrier. And I'm up now after the whole stand over me incident.
As I crawled/stumbled out of the tent Friday morning after about 90 minutes of sleep I asked the boys if they had fun. Fred laughed out loud, because he and I both knew what I was thinking...Good, because I'm never coming again. Ha!
One of our favorite things to do is play Would You Rather? at the dinner table. The other night we were playing and Clayton's question was, "Would you rather win an Academy Award or win a gold medal in the Olympics?" He response was, "Well, since everyone knows I'm smart, I'm going to go with gold medal." Fred and I looked at each other very puzzled. I then explained that an Academy Award was given to actors and actresses. He laughed really big and told us he had it confused with a Nobel Peace Prize. I told him that he would not soon live this down. All week, we've had fun with this:
Do your homework. It shouldn't be difficult for someone who's won an Academy Award.
Fold your laundry, please. I know it seems like a menial take for someone who has won an Academy Award, but just give it your best.
And so on and so on. He will be my age and we'll still be laughing about this!
In that same game, Andrew's question was "Would you rather live in the city or the country?" We explained what it meant to live in the city and country. He thought for a minute, looked at me over his little glasses and said, "I don't really care, as long as I'm with you." Melt.my.heart.