You know the cable show, right? An almost maniacally fearless and unshaven guy soils himself while wrestling a grizzly over a wild salmon and then makes himself a fresh set of shorts out of supple birch bark parchement? Well, today's the last day of school for Toe and Roo, so that's kind of what going on over here for the next 12 weeks. And we don't even have cable.
We do, however, have a preparedness box. But before you get all What a great and creative idea! and Holy fantastic mother, Batman!, remember that Pandora had a box too, and opening didn't turn out to be near as fun for any of us as she had maybe planned. I'm not 100% sure. You'd probably have to know the whole story, like the number and ages of the kids Pandy had, and how dead she had become inside.
Anyway, "The Summer Sanity Challenge" (as Hub likes to call the endless yawning void between school years) really starts long before we open the box. Actually it began back in April when we found Toe standing before the big school calendar and singing (to the tune of 100 bottles of Beer on the Wall):
49 days of school on the wall
49 days left of school
when they're done
it's time to have fun
that's the vacation ruuuuuule!
while wearing only a pink "Cancun" tee with tropical flip-flops on it, underpants and pink plastic kittykat sunglasses. That's about the same time Roo dug out his fishing pole and started sleeping with his arms wrapped around it like a lover.
Good thing we're not rookies, and are wise to the fact that as parents you really have to "test the waters" of summer vacation early on in the spring, You have to introduce "fun" and "adventure" and "lawless disregard for the established schedule and the power of authority" in small, gradual doses, kind of like the rabies vaccine.
We did our "day trip" trial run to the Laura Ingalls Wilder homestead and Museum in Walnut Grove, and the worst that came out of that was misdirected urination and some of the banks of Plum Creek being flung downriver. Hub lost his forearm hair and a little eyebrown in our backyard bbq trial, and there was only a little trespassing and illegal destruction of a protective native plant in our "bonding with nature" exercise. Our "festivals and events" practice was a little dicier when Roo tried to take home a life-size animatronic baby Trodon from the MN Zoo Dinosaur Trail, but I think we're ready. Go ahead and pray for us anyway.
We do, however, have a preparedness box. But before you get all What a great and creative idea! and Holy fantastic mother, Batman!, remember that Pandora had a box too, and opening didn't turn out to be near as fun for any of us as she had maybe planned. I'm not 100% sure. You'd probably have to know the whole story, like the number and ages of the kids Pandy had, and how dead she had become inside.
Anyway, "The Summer Sanity Challenge" (as Hub likes to call the endless yawning void between school years) really starts long before we open the box. Actually it began back in April when we found Toe standing before the big school calendar and singing (to the tune of 100 bottles of Beer on the Wall):
49 days of school on the wall
49 days left of school
when they're done
it's time to have fun
that's the vacation ruuuuuule!
while wearing only a pink "Cancun" tee with tropical flip-flops on it, underpants and pink plastic kittykat sunglasses. That's about the same time Roo dug out his fishing pole and started sleeping with his arms wrapped around it like a lover.
Good thing we're not rookies, and are wise to the fact that as parents you really have to "test the waters" of summer vacation early on in the spring, You have to introduce "fun" and "adventure" and "lawless disregard for the established schedule and the power of authority" in small, gradual doses, kind of like the rabies vaccine.
We did our "day trip" trial run to the Laura Ingalls Wilder homestead and Museum in Walnut Grove, and the worst that came out of that was misdirected urination and some of the banks of Plum Creek being flung downriver. Hub lost his forearm hair and a little eyebrown in our backyard bbq trial, and there was only a little trespassing and illegal destruction of a protective native plant in our "bonding with nature" exercise. Our "festivals and events" practice was a little dicier when Roo tried to take home a life-size animatronic baby Trodon from the MN Zoo Dinosaur Trail, but I think we're ready. Go ahead and pray for us anyway.
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