I Love Vacation
Vacation, stay-cation, whatever you want to call it. I've heard that term a lot this summer with gas prices so high and just everything in general. But my husband has been taking a week off work every summer for years and we stay home and do something around where we live every day. Not that we sit around the house the rest of the summer and go nowhere, but this gives our kids the feeling of a vacation without us as the parents getting stuck with a week long hotel bill. But just like every other vacation I've done no house work, and I have cooked nothing since Friday. Unless making toast counts.
Until today. Dad and Grandpa (my in-laws are also on vacation this week) took the older boys to the shooting range and me and Carter are relaxing at home. And by relaxing I mean he's watching Cars, and I'm doing laundry. Well, Hunter is wearing his last pair of clean shorts today. I guess I have to do something. A trip to the grocery store is in my future as well I believe.
Saturday was my husband's company picnic where a good time was had by all. He won a grill, (too bad we bought a new one a couple months ago) Monte won a $15 jar of pennies by having the closes guess, and then won Hunter a football playing bingo. Me and Hunter won nothing. And Carter? He just wanted to ride the ponies over and over. He won't pet the neighbor's dogs, but he'll ride a pony? Go figure!We spent Monday at the beach with my in-laws. Carter is not a fan of sand but gave it a try. For about a minute.
Then he decided he'd rather spend his day on the blanket. Shh! No one tell him he's still got sand all over him.