It took me a bit to get over the transition to summer, especially since it was still gray and 50 degrees when the kid came running out of the school doors…but after a week in the California sun, I’m over the hump. Summer! Yay!
We met up with our friends-that-feel-like-family in San Diego. The ages of their two boys extend down nicely from ours so that it felt like we were a happy family of five boys and their two moms and dads, enjoying the zoo and Legoland.
We saw a giraffe wearing a hat:
a bucket flamingo (the others were standing sensibly in a small pond):
a monkey on its mother’s back:
a big lion:
two smaller lions:
and a bunch of weird looking koalas.
There was beach time:
even New York City time.
Vincenzo discovered the art of exerting minimal energy while keeping the younger kids entertained.
(They’re supposed to be abs, not ribs.)
Leo had a turn too, but he had eaten so many chicken nuggets in those five days that his sand body looked like this:
Vacations are the only time he eats.
The rest of the trip is not pictured here because we either ate it, drank it, or laughed it away, and inside jokes about Sea Hats and Racing Spoons are just too hard to explain.
Now we’re back home, but the fun times are still going. Kevin, Vincenzo, and I all tested positive for COVID the next day! COVID! Yay!
We’re feeling find—just mild cold symptoms—and the “yay” is genuine, as I can now bake, lounge, read, write, and watch all the movies I want without feeling like I should be doing something else.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Chicken and dumplings
Ice cream sandwiches