No surprise. I am not counting down school’s arrival. In fact, if I could put the breaks on these Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer, thanks Hans Carste and Charles Tobias, I would.
How can it be August 8th? Seriously. I feel like I’ve dreamed big, planned large, and accomplished nothing. But then again, maybe that’s the point: by lying low, we are relaxed, happy even.
So, to remind myself of what we have done, and to help the littles when, and if, they have to journal what they did this summer, here is our list (so far) in semi-chronological order:
I don’t think swimming has ever ended, but the summer fun swim bonanza started with a visit to Panorama in the wee hours of the morning of June 27, after dropping my husband at the ferry so he could visit his bestie in Vancouver. It was so much fun, if we’re ever up that early again, you’ll find us in the pool.
Present day: we are now entering our fourth consecutive week of Red Cross swimming lessons, which is the real reason I’m feeling like our summer has ground to a halt. However, in the name of life skills, and the simple fact the girls love, love, swimming lessons, I have put my feelings aside and journey to my pool twice a day – once for morning lessons, and once for work.
We’ve been to Cadboro Bay, Willows, Parker Park and Elk Lake this summer. Some of our trips have been simple: three girls, and hats and away we go, others have made me thankful for my husband, the packhorse.
After finding out our minivan is not roof rack friendly – thanks, Toyota – my husband has found harmony with my 11.4 ft paddleboard, a kid’s kayak, two paddles, three lifejackets, towels, snacks, and, yes, the kids.
I forced Miss Q to go for a walk with Madame N and me one night. It was more of a mission to see if we could run into any of her friends from school than exercising the dog. I was nostalgic for the days of my childhood when friends were always close by.
In the words of Hannibal from the A-Team, “I love it when a plan comes together.” We not only ran into two of her friends, but she was invited over to play the next weekend. Now Miss Q and her friend are using the phone (within earshot of adults) to set up their own playdates. Sniff, another milestone.
North Saanich Bike Park
A summer staple. Though we’ve only made it out once, due to it’s late opening, once swimming lessons are over, we’ll be back. Miss Q and Miss C love exploring the runs. Miss S prefers the flats.
Tofino. Need I say more?
Royal BC Museum
Fascinating Fact: woolly mammoths roamed right off the coast of Victoria back in the day. Old Woolly is a fan favourite, and we have been known to pop in to say hello to him/her then leave – a perk of a season’s pass.
My favourite two exhibits are the Living Languages and Old Town. The littles still need coaxing to wander Old Town and will not go near the First Nation masks. They say everything’s haunted. One day they’ll learn that’s probably true.
Sun setting, the Victoria Symphony playing on a barge in the inner harbour, good food – though not as tasty as some of the wine and cheese platters we saw on the picnic blankets around us– and girls rolling around on the Empress lawn. Pure awesomeness.
Strolling through the aisles of Russell Books with the girlies and my mum. Leaving with armloads of books. Grabbing a snack at the Dutch Bakery. Heaven.
Miss S and I had a date with the blue moon on July 31st. Her sisters were recovering from a random summer fever so she got to stay up late and watch the moon rise over the waters of Oak Bay. She and I had so much fun on our night date – taking selfies, driving by the golf course to see if the ghost was there, checking out the blazing lights of the cruise ships and nightlife of downtown – that we have a date with the full moon at the end of the month.
The truth be told, because I leave for work the minute my husband comes home in the afternoon, Monday to Thursday at 1:00 is designated movie time. The girls have worked their way through Monster High (minus the one that’s about relationships) and scared themselves silly with Scoobie Doo.
Miss C appeared in the kitchen on Friday wearing sunglasses. “Hi Mum,” she said. “I’m Velma and Miss S is Daphne. You can be Fred.” Did anyone ever want to be Velma… or Fred for that matter?
“Why am I Fred?”
“Daddy was Fred, but he wasn’t very good,” Velma replied. “He just sat on the couch and watched sports.”
My Fred wasn’t much better. I morphed into a ghost and spritzed them with perfume. Next time I’ll find an ascot.
So, okay, we’ve done stuff, my hand is off the panic button. The best news is Act Two, August, is just beginning. Here’s to wine on the balcony, and kids running into the night with glow-sticks. Here’s to family, and here’s to these the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
Kept Miss Q busy for about two weeks.
Forest Fire Sky.
Dilly beans. Next is blackberry bourbon jam.