On Sunday afternoon I experienced my first Padres game. Megan and Paul received two tickets each as part of their summer reading program reward from the College-Rolando library branch. (I never got rewards like that when I was a kid!)
The game itself wasn’t crazy exciting (the Padres lost) but we enjoyed some quality family togetherness. What’s not to love about hanging at Petco Park on a lazy Sunday afternoon?
(My apologies to any real surfers who read my blog. Yes, I know you don’t really talk that way!)
Camp Rodeo concluded on Saturday with a fun beach day celebration at LaJolla Shores Beach. Megan and Paul’s highlight was that they were able to experience riding a surfboard for the first time ever, thanks to the patient efforts of several InterVarsity members.
I regret that I only had my iPhone along to take pictures. There are just a few pictures of Megan because she never told me she was trying. By the time I arrived on the scene, her lesson was almost up. She went back a second time and I’m told that she was awesome. What I do know firsthand is that my kids are now convinced of their need for a surfboard. Nevermind that they barely know how to swim!
A few months ago Adam suggested that the entire family accompany him on a business trip to Washington DC. As a former east coast girl I readily agreed. The trip soon expanded to include New Jersey, New York and Philadelphia. Thus was born the McLane Summer Vacation of 2009 during which our sanity was hotly debated.
Adam’s flight arrangements were made through his company so the kids and I flew on our own. I opted for the red-eye flight. My theory was that if I was going to fly alone with two kids, I might as well travel while we they more likely to pass the time sleeping. Between a ridiculously cold cabin, uncomfortable seats that would not recline, a snoring man in front of me, and an inconsolable baby a few rows up…well, let’s just say that it was a long night. Kudos to Megan and Paul for being excellent travelers – they slept through most of the flight.
Megan and Paul had high hopes of meeting President Obama – or at the least a play date with Sasha and Malia. Not so much (though we did see Bo). They settled for this instead:
Playing in the Sprinklers, National Mall