Inspired by our weekend in Virginia Beach, and then by my impromptu berry picking, when I heard that Angela and Reese couldn't come to us on Friday (the 8th), I decided to go to them instead. I've had enough of my whole "ew, trekking around with three kids is hard" attitude. The whining has to go. So I stuck the cooler in the car, ran by Ukrops for some snacks and ice, and hit the Starbucks drive-through. I had three pissy children, sleep deprivation, and couldn't reach Angela...but half an hour later I had two sleeping children, one happily entertained 5 y/o, had made a plan with my friend, and was so caffeinated that laser beams were shooting out of my fingertips. Booya!
We met up at Waterside in Norfolk, played with dollar store balloons, ate some snacks, hopped the ferry to Portsmouth, bought popsicles from a roadside vendor, walked to the children's museum, played until closing time, hopped the ferry back, let the kids play at Joe's Crab Shack's climbing area, stuffed ourselves with pizza (them) and crabcakes (me), then got in the car way after bedtime and arrived home late. Bonus: Dan got about 5 hours alone in the house, which is like hitting the jackpot.
Griff and Reese and Reese enjoying one of many, many funnel coin racer thingies (they're everywhere in VB/Norfolk, what gives?) and the ferryboat:
But wait, there's more spontaneity! 'Cause on Sunday, rather than put off the school shopping for later, Griff and I went out and did some mondo shopping for him, finding all 24 glue sticks and a vinyl pocket folder and everything, PLUS new Crocs (the old ones died on Saturday) AND new tennis shoes (he picked them without any help from me...they have flashing aliens, OMG) because his feet are HUGE, AND he asked for, and received, Jibbitz for the Crocs. It was one of those days when mom says yes to everything, and he and I both really enjoyed it. Then we took those flashy new shoes out with Dan and the little boys to play mini golf (Griff is getting pretty good, and Reese enjoys one stroke on each hole for about 9 holes), followed by dinner and ice cream.
All this, and the weather is amazing. Is it really August?