The boys returned from camping happy and dirty, and Dorothy and I were THRILLED to see them.
Ben dropped Jack and Cooper and all of the camping gear in the driveway and sped off to part unknown with Harry for a baseball tournament. The three little kids and I went to a bouncey house place, Subway for dinner, and the pool for disinfecting and showers and also swimming, where Ben and Harry joined us after the bad news bears' thorough trouncing.
Then all the kids went to bed and Ben and I watched the last episode of Game of Thrones Season 6. You guys! We set a goal for ourselves-- catch up on GoT before last night-- and WE DID IT, starting with the very first episode just 2 short months ago. If you set our mind to it, anything is possible.
I wanted to make Harry a protein smoothie before his final baseball game yesterday morning (spoiler alert: THEY WON), but it turned into a freaking mess and a half. Luckily, Beatrix was there for me.
As you can see, we got there early and had the place to ourselves.
After the pool, we took the kids on a hike through a totally gorgeous park that will be lousy with sunflowers in a few weeks. And everybody bitched and moaned and we were attacked by mosquitoes as we walked through the timothy.
Game of Thrones. THE END.