Eion is happily playing soccer again. We're not sure if he has a better understanding this time around, but he tells us that it is fun. Good enough for me.
Maggie has opted to play on the middle school tennis team. The overwhelming irony of her picking this activity days after we resigned our Club membership and after refusing private lessons for years is not lost on us. But again, she is having fun.
Then there is the Teenage One, Morrigan.
On her birthday.
I cannot imagine the upcoming years will all be as easy as the last week, but 13 is going well. She is continuing to fence and is in the chess club again.
Her birthday celebration was low key as she was having a party later, tonight that is, eleven 13 year olds will soon be upon us, and we were also leaving for a weekend at Snowshoe the next morning. Unfortunately, Eion and I totally stepped on Maggie's gift giving enthusiasm. She had ordered a water proof note pad that Morrigan wanted and was so so so excited to give it to her. As soon as it arrived, she wanted to immediately give it to her. But I made her wait.
E was home sick with a cold on the big day and wanted to get M a gift too. Off we went to Hot Topic, which I would generally avoid at all costs, to purchase appropriate fan gear. Later, Morrigan opened Maggie's gift and told her she loved it.
But then she opened Eion's, the TARDIS jewelry box pictured above, and proclaimed it the "best gift ever" and named him "the best brother ever," which is not a title she has ever bestowed on him.
The Supernatural tshirt from Tim and myself was also joyfully received.
Maggie handled it well but I still felt a bit bad to have stolen her thunder.
But no time to dwell, we were off to Snowshoe for a return visit the next day. We spent a wonderful, relaxing weekend hiking, swimming, and in the case of Morrigan and Tim, skeet shooting!
But first, more birthday celebrating!
No Katie, don't move that rag. It will add ambiance.
Maggie preferred the beach with the girls.
Everyone liked the hot tub!
Too bad it was such a short trip. Tuesday was back to school.
And I'm off to deal with a whole flock of teen girls. Happy Birthday Morrigan!
Post Script: I love the different parent drop off styles. Some come in and talk, verify the morning pick up time others slow down the car and dump the kids out. I'm good with it all, especially since I lean type B!