If You Do Nothing Else This Summer. . .

I know it’s the eleventh hour. . .

Just for Kicks

summer time equals summer camp

Actually, we’d never tried summer camp before.  But when a particular brochure came I didn’t immediately toss it in the trash.  In fact, I stuck it in the drawer and pulled  it out every few weeks, like some photo of an old boyfriend that just needs to be dealt with.  Yep, I knew then, we had to make an exception for this one.

Soccer Camp.

But not just any soccer camp.

British Soccer Camp!

Little Swimmers

It’s a rite of passage.  For Momma and the Babies.

Swim lessons.

Absolutely necessary and yet sometimes a very painful process.

I remember the many tears the first few days of that first summer of lessons – - trying to coax them back the second, and third, and fourth day.

I remember slathering them with sunscreen and promising them the world–or at least a doughnut or two–if they would get in the water again.