at the Wavehouse

We met Noah's school buddies at the Wavehouse for Mia's birthday. 

 

It was awesome. 

An endless wave of water to body board on. or surf.

Wipe out!

and then get back in line.

Little Gage was pretty good at it too.

Camping

Into his backpack Noah packed: mosquito spray, swim suit, flip flops, pjs, toothbrush,water bottle and a granola bar. I was impressed (but also glad David packed a bag too).

They took a ferry with the scouts from church out to Pulau Hantu, an island south of Singapore. 

They learned how to fan a fire, and other things a good scout should know.

They ate 102 stew for dinner and pitched their tents in the sand. At 9pm Noah said, "Dad, can we go to sleep now?"

So they did. 

Nachos?

People ask me how I like Singapore and I tell them "It's great!" and honestly, that's completely true. However, every now and again I have a little experience that reminds me that I, and particularly my kids, can miss out on some things that are essential to every American.

In the kitchen with Jessie, enjoying our recently imported cheese, and Noah asks "What's a nacho?" What's a nacho!? Jessie and I cast pitiful glances at one another, each wondering how we could let our children miss out on such fundamental principles of happiness, and wondering what else we may have missed.



Fortunately, this one was easily straightened out. This, my son, is a nacho.

Mother's Day

I absolutely completely love breakfast in bed. David's stuffed french toast is to die for.

But even more than that I love these boys of mine. And I love being their mother. 

Noah got off the school bus on Friday with this bouquet of paper flowers hidden behind his back and a huge grin on his face. That five year old grin. Mouth closed and cheeks big. One of my favorites. Heart melting, I tell you.

Gage gave me a kiss and a hug for every x and o that filled the card he made. "So you'll always remember me," he says.