This week, Kate wrapped summer school physical education class with field trips to multiple awesome locations. At one point, she called with a friend, holding adorable ducklings she wanted to bring home. Grateful the coach wasn't going to allow animals on the bus as an additional deterrent, the babies were deposited back along the hiking the trail their momma had expected to discover them once fifty-five rowdy teens vacated the premises. Kate made friends and had a great class. A group of boys gave away trunk loads of chips each of the final days. Teens are strange.
Ty had a few friends spend time with us this week while Kate was away because other than challenging him to several endless games of basketball in the driveway, I failed to provide enough entertainment for the active boy.
Ty and I knocked an item off his summer bucket list together Wednesday night. While preparing for the sleeping portion of our "sleep in a tent" agenda, we read a choose your own path book my mom sent him. We never made it to Oregon on the
Oregon Trail, but we didn't die either so we are calling it win. Then, around eleven, he casually mentioned how surprised he was that I was still awake. I was tired but I was waiting on him to fall asleep before doing so myself. He admitted he was hoping I'd fall asleep soon so he could get into his own bed where it was warm and more comfortable. There appears to be some misunderstanding as to who actually wanted to sleep in the tent. We had a great night but the tent was abandoned and we both slept well. In our own beds. I love this boy.
Friday, we packed a picnic and headed to Deam Lake for the day. Kate brought a friend and met another there. Ty's friend brought his entire family so we had a great day. It was hot but the shade and breeze offered relief when the water was simply too much after a few hours. Ty, who appears to be part fish, never tired of swimming. I love their summer bucket list and the fun we have completing items.
Tonight we kicked off the weekend appropriately.