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The Coming of the Wee Ones
May. 30th, 2006 11:00 amYesterday was Hangin' With the Kidlings Day for me, and it turned out to be quite a full day, if my sunburn is any indication. Ay, chihuahua.... A rundown of the day's activities:
1) A trip to Fun World Arcade in Lake George for some rip-roarin Skee-Ball action. The kids totally cleaned up and made off with fistloads of loot, the highlight being the matching his 'n' hers switchblade combs, which Nik spent the rest of the day using on anyone who sat still long enough. (I tried to explain the term "switchblade" to them but evidently wasn't successful, because Nik shouted, "It's a knife AND a comb? Cool!")
2) A stroll along the lake beach, during which they kicked off their sandals to go wading and searching for snail shells, with a side project of attempting (unsuccessfully) to build a sand wall to hold back the coming waves. They both managed to stay dry until they each succumbed to the slapstick standard of bending over to look at something just as a wave sploshes them in the heinie. And let's face it: once your heinie is soaked, all bets are off. We stopped back at their grandparents' house for a wardrobe change before carrying on.
3) After a long holiday-traffic-avoidance detour, a traditional picnic by the duck pond at Crandall Park, assuming that "traditional" includes McDonald's carry-out. Abbey had been sustaining a day-long pout over not being able to fish that day, but she solved the problem with her usual aplomb, i.e. by introducing herself to a stranger and asking to borrow their fishing pole. Really need to train her out of doing that.
Of course, now I'm stiff and sore and roasted to a rich golden red, but 'twas a good day. Next time I seee them, it'll be their talent show, which should be a blast. For now, off to work. *bleagh*
1) A trip to Fun World Arcade in Lake George for some rip-roarin Skee-Ball action. The kids totally cleaned up and made off with fistloads of loot, the highlight being the matching his 'n' hers switchblade combs, which Nik spent the rest of the day using on anyone who sat still long enough. (I tried to explain the term "switchblade" to them but evidently wasn't successful, because Nik shouted, "It's a knife AND a comb? Cool!")
2) A stroll along the lake beach, during which they kicked off their sandals to go wading and searching for snail shells, with a side project of attempting (unsuccessfully) to build a sand wall to hold back the coming waves. They both managed to stay dry until they each succumbed to the slapstick standard of bending over to look at something just as a wave sploshes them in the heinie. And let's face it: once your heinie is soaked, all bets are off. We stopped back at their grandparents' house for a wardrobe change before carrying on.
3) After a long holiday-traffic-avoidance detour, a traditional picnic by the duck pond at Crandall Park, assuming that "traditional" includes McDonald's carry-out. Abbey had been sustaining a day-long pout over not being able to fish that day, but she solved the problem with her usual aplomb, i.e. by introducing herself to a stranger and asking to borrow their fishing pole. Really need to train her out of doing that.
Of course, now I'm stiff and sore and roasted to a rich golden red, but 'twas a good day. Next time I seee them, it'll be their talent show, which should be a blast. For now, off to work. *bleagh*
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