Plop!

Eli and Christian were playing with the piggybanks this morning when Christian slid off the counter and into the floor with a big thud. He yelled for about 10 minutes and then he was fine. No harm done, minus a sore foot. I think he was milking it for all he could. Tori does, Eli foes, so why not him? Why not indeed. Just because he is seven doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a little "baby" time too.

Old Hand

Christian is an old hand at camp but even he could not avoid the fatigue that comes with it. He was quite tired by the time he got home and so was his sister. All of the fun last week and a fun day yesterday caught up with the two and they lazed around until bedtime. Guess it's going to take a few days for them to get back into the groove.

Pooped

The kids had a great vacation this past week. They saw many friends and family and had many adventures: swimming three times, bounce house, carnival, party and loads of food and fun. The trip home was long, but we made it home, and they settled in for the weekend in front of the TV, with very little moving. Total couch potatoes after all of that fun. Today was the first day of summer camp, and Tori was all excited.

Summer Is Here

And Christian is loving it, hopping out of bed every morning and wearing whatever he wants. No more school uniforms, at least for the next two months. He throws on his jean shorts and shirt and goes on his merry little way! He has even ventured outside from time to time, away from the TV and Legos. Imagine that!