A Daddy/Daughter - Mother/Son Weekend

Our family split up into groups of two last weekend for some unique bonding moments.  My husband and daughter left town Friday afternoon for the third year Y-Guides/Y-Princess spring outing near the beach.  I can't say enough wonderful things about this father/child program, and our daughter looks forward to it every year and sobs when it's over.  Those times with my daddy as a child are some of my favorite childhood memories, so I'm thrilled to see my husband carrying on the tradition with her.

All of his smart phone pictures are backed onto my computer so without asking too many questions to pry into their special time together, I have tried to put the pieces of their weekend together into scrapbook pages although I am sure there are plenty of  mysteries from that weekend that are best left untold.

Girls having a blast in the back of the van...meeting one of my college friends and his daughter...being the 1st in line at the zip-line (=dry harnesses), ice cream sundae bar social Friday, building a raft that would not sink and winning 2nd place

Tribe pics...ready for the raft race...ready for fireworks.

Unraveling the clues to find each of these unusual statues...digging and finding lots of shark teeth

Circle in the sand...awesome fireworks display...discovering our girl is a natural born expert marksman.  Not only did she shoot down the dinos, but she also shot the cans off the posts behind the dinos as if she had been shooting her entire life.

While Daddy and Sis were away, my son and I had a relaxing weekend at home together.  I cooked him a nice dinner on Friday evening which we enjoyed out on the back deck.  I took this photo and posted in on Facebook with this caption to celebrate our unique mommy/son time:

The rumors are true. While my husband was out of town, I spent the weekend with a handsome younger man. He is very talented, but he doesn't have a lot of education, so he can't hold down a job. He's broke and still lives with his parents. The DOT won't let him drive, but I'm happy to serve as chauffeur for our dates. He has a cute smile even if he's missing three of his front teeth. My husband will always be my #1 man, but the love I have for this guy is so vast that only a mother's heart can possess it.

He helped me do lots of baking that evening as gifts for his BLAST teachers. After finishing up the last batch of cookies, blueberry orange glaze cake, muffins, and cream cheese hearts, I looked for my helper and found him on the stairs.  Night-night, sweet boy!  

He had a softball game the next morning and a piano recital that evening, so my date for the weekend took me to a ballgame and a concert all in one day, and he was a star performer at each venue.

My boy and I attended church together on Sunday followed by a trip to the mall where he begged me to drop dollars into the slots for various rides and we ate lunch with friends.  Then we eagerly awaited the arrival of the other two members of our family.  Both were exhausted, and the little one lamented loudly over the fact that the spring outing was over and that she had aged out and would never get to to again.  A trip to church for BLAST that evening distracted her from her woe and misery for a little while until she cried herself to sleep later that night.  She certainly knows how to have a good time, but she needs to learn how to descend from the cloud more gracefully without  loud, tormented theatrics. Thank you, gracious Lord, for my zany and loving family.