To the beach

Meanwhile, Mom and son morning date! Only, we didn’t get very far. A digger was parked next to where we often park and the celebrity of the moment had to be seen. And much like when Meryl met her first real-live Honey Bucket, Holmes was both excited and daunted:)

Bouldering with pizazz

(1) We learned today that climbing without ropes and harnesses is called “bouldering.” (2) If you’re not bouldering in leopard print, are you really bouldering?

In Which…Meryl sees a dream

Friday night lights! Meryl and I have been pouring through Winnie the Pooh’s anthology (for the second time)…and, the week caught up to her:) Each chapter is titled, “In Which…[something happens],” so we’ve been having fun stating out loud what will happen like A. A. Milne writes and randomly singing out, “tiddely-pom,” from one of Pooh’s poems. A “Good Hum” often finds you.

What’s a play date?

We have been dabbling in outdoor pod focused play dates with classmates and today Meryl’s whole class showed up at the park! (+1 younger sibling classmate of Holmes.) It was so much fun to see the kids running amok…like normal, but not, and then we doused ourselves in sanitizer afterwards. Sun, parent connections, kids getting all their wiggles out, and hope!

We ate it

Sort of. Turns out, even with a kit, we’re nobody’s in the world of grooming shrooms. We spritzed, we stared, we sautéed.

Doing our best

As default in-water swim instructors, we too are learning alongside both kids. It’s a team effort with Sally above water helping us teach!