Stepping Back in Time—-Monday, June 13, 2016

Zack, Blade’s first cousin on his Dad’s side (their dad’s are brothers), is also spending the week with us!

First-CousinsYesterday Terry and I took the boys to Ouray, Colorado, to go swimming.   This morning they were up bright and early to go to open weightlifting at Delta High School, after which they are putting together a pool party for the Rec Center this afternoon.

They are both fourteen, so I have picked up and dusted off my ‘drive the kids here and there’ skills.  It’s diverging from my daily routine, but I love it.

Our house smells like pizza, hot pockets, and other teenager food…the sounds of potato chips crunching and pop corn popping.  Surprisingly they are not pop drinkers.  Water only. (Sugar is not good for athletes, I hear.  🙂  )

Tomorrow they will (again) head to open weightlifting and then I’m sure there will be other plans for the afternoon.

Some evening Terry and I will challenge them to a Miniature Golf game or two.  In-between all of this, Terry always likes to compete with them in a game of dominos.

Of course, there is always their IPads to fill in any down time.  For Terry and I , there are short little cat naps.

Your friend with a house full of laughter!

Linda

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19 thoughts on “Stepping Back in Time—-Monday, June 13, 2016

  1. Sounds fun! And I was happy to ‘hear’ you say “Pop”….I still say POP and everyone here looks at me funny because no one says it here. Just soda. But they also call sprinkles (like for ice cream) “jimmies” and water is “wooder” so one can hardly take that seriously. 😉

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