There’s a summer camp Pow Wow in the suburbs waiting for you.
What two grown suburban Long Island men do in 91 degree weather.
The kids don’t seem to mind.
Yeah, that’s fire. Good lord, why am I the only one even the slightest bit uncomfortable by this little activity?
Six years have gone by since the last time I went on my last real actual true vacation.
There’s a strong possibility I will be able to take my first vacation in six years at the end of next month.
For five days. But I’m not complaining. I’m excited.
So excited I just have to talk about it.
Just have to write it down.
Because if I do that, I can actually see that this vacation really is a possibility.
But I’m nervous that it won’t happen.
And then I’ll have to wait until the end of next summer.
To try and plan a vacation seven years in the making.
Imagine.
My first non work related trip in six years.
I am so very excited.
And really hoping that it happens.
My Big Fat mouth can’t wait until Tuesday when I know for sure.
I had to talk about it now.
Nooooooooooow.
Before I knew I would definitely be traveling 11 hours by plane for just a few days.
That’s so me.
Did I mention I am excited?
And I know the kids will be too.
Yup. Taking three kids – five years and under, a few time zones away for a less than a week.
And I can’t hardly wait.
Thursday night the kids had dinner in Steppingstone Park with their Grandma Jenny.
She came prepared and brought a soccer ball (that unfortunately Harrison was scared of!), beach ball, balloons and bubbles.
What else could a kid want!?
Then to sweeten the evening, they had the chance to run across a stage with neighborhood kids …
The chance to toss rocks in the stinky Long Island Sound …
And a chance to be outside for the sunset (7 pm is their usual bedtime! Except Harrison, he’s got a standing appointment with 6:30 PM)
