This was honestly a very weak try at having our last homeschool day.  No Latin, no fiddling, no Bible time or memory work, popcorn for lunch.  yay mom. (my children are indignant and insist this means i am a *great* mom...)

But on the upside, T was home in good time and the summer has officially begun!

Boston Pizza for dinner, much lazing about and reading our respective novels, while Naya pokes at and charms the workmen working on our neighbour's house until i peel her away...

And then all are trundled off to bed, except for Wyatt, who lately is Daddy's tennis partner and is bugging me to come play him (just because he's heard T tell me, several times, in front of Wyatt, how "he's SO MUCH better than you are!"...   NO, my feelings aren't hurt.  I know i'm not a powerhouse Venus Williams :) actually, the tennis racket feels huge and heavy and ungainly, and i can never get to the right place in time, and if i actually connect with the ball, that's a huge triumph, even if i can't get it over the net.  So T is over the moon to have a son who can actually play the game with him.  And i'm happy for him, if a little tiny bit jealous at being told, over and over how bad i am and how good Wy is... but c'est la vie i guess..

So Wyatt now gets included in our workout times - tonight it was Deck of Death, (clubs are abs, hearts are chinups/rows, spades are pushups/bench and diamonds are squats)... with Matisyahu's "Drown in the Now" blaring... and then up here to post my workout and price out Wyatt's allowance dreams on ebay... too rich for his blood tonight... and then fill his tummy with milk, protein powder and a little bag of chips leftover from Dad's school's vending machine (if you ever wondered what principals do with all the leftovers and all the lost and found items - check my pantry and dressers...)

Tonight i'll finish my novel (Canticle for Leibowitz - i'm liking it!) - and look forward to weeks and weeks of T...