Attention Campers!

Ellie and Lexi are half way through their two weeks at day camp, and having a blast. The camp is 9-3 and it's all outside, all day. They've done archery, they've skate boarded, they've ridden horses, they've had a lot of fun just playing outside in the water. I picked them up the first day and asked if they had any camp nicknames yet. They were incredulous in their denial, and then told me "our counselors names are Mangia and Comet. And the head person, her name is Toaster, which is short for Brave Little Toaster. Those are their real names." Okay girls, whatever you say! They've been told that the camp only hires people with odd names, and boy howdy do they believe it.

They're having a great time - every day they're happy and tired, and with our commune parenting going on, they usually get to hang out until 5pm or later every day, and yet, cry when we tell them that we can't do group dinner, or that we have to take Lexi home. Gigi and Grizz have graciously opened their pool to us in the afternoons, which is a great treat after a long hot day.

We also went and got gelato one day, also a wonderful treat.

We also had a fun weekend - had a big pool party on Friday night (I'm amazed my children didn't fall asleep in the water) and then Saturday morning they had swim lessons and then we headed down to the Laguna Beach Ruby's for a Special Olympics Tip-A-Cop.

It was a really fantastic morning - lots of officers, lots of great athletes, and then a local exotic car dealership brought over a bunch of fancy cars. There were literally millions of dollars worth of horsepower out in the small, PCH-adjacent parking lot. Oh, and there was face painting, obviously.

From there, down to Oceanside to celebrate Coco's second birthday and hang out with the cousins.

What more could you want than all of these sweet little faces? Adam was very enamored with Coco. He's so sweet when it comes to smaller children and animals (I love how he always calls Taco "Taco Baby" and coos at him.)

Yesterday we grabbed Gigi home from the airport and did some swimming, and then Tim and I ditched the kids with Julia, once our little lady flower girl, so that we could go out to dinner for our anniversary.

Lucky Number 13!