The weekend of the Tri...

There is only one teency tiny little negative to having my mom in town. And that is, we haven't had any of those super relaxing catered to Camarillo family weekends that we used to have. Granted, with Steve's work schedule the last couple years, we haven't taken advantage as a family for quite a while, but it was always sort of there as an option.

WELL we proved this weekend that Poppa's place in Camarillo works just fine. And in fact, we don't have to climb down Mt. Everest to get to the pool. Poppa slathered us with snacks and food options, held the baby, played "water horse" in the pool with Abby, and even got up at 6 in the morning to drive me to the Triathlon (which we got lost going to, but thats just the way my family rolls).

We got food to go Saturday night and went out to brunch after Steve's race. Steve got a professional Poppa massage and then soaked in the hot tub. Having Gramma around didn't hurt either.

After we were in the pool for the second time on Sunday Abby didn't want to leave just yet. She wanted to set up in the lawn chair like the teenagers and "watch the world go by for a while."

Micaiah got to hang out for a bit while Sarah registered... of course he was fascinated with Ivan the Terrible (the one cat more dangerous than any dog we know). But no nerves were severed and all went well.

You know, despite what you may think (I do, after all take a LOT of pictures) Jack has not been particularly exposed to the flash of a camera. This is his innocent little face staring at the red Elph light right before the flash. He flinched something awful when the flash went off. And we, his loving mom and gramma, laughed really hard.


The point is, no matter how much my parents spoil me and their grandkids rotten, a really nice weekend just isn't super nice unless Steve's there too... prone to naps though he may have been.