We said a very sad goodbye to cousins and brothers and babies- (horrible). After such a jolly time bouncing the Connolly girls on our laps by day, and cheering soccer by night, our rhythm was way off when they left. Luckily I got the bright idea to keep Hanna (the other kids had plans-) and thank God I did. We now have this tiny tribe of Hanna and Frederick and Luis; and really I don't mean to brag, but I think they are the best teenagers assembled under one roof ever.
Here's the drill: the morning they eat muesli and fruit and then engage in tennis or jogging or golf until lunch- and all under a blistering sun. Then after a little pool frolic and perhaps an excursion, they do Math. Not making this up... F is trying to skip a math class by taking a test at the end of summer, so he is up to his eyeballs in it. Thomas still remembers how to do it, in case Frederick gets stuck, but now he has to concentrate; he can't yell the explanation from the shower like he used to. Anyway, Hanna does her own math on Kahn Academy; Luis works on his tan.
Dinner and night ocean swim (our new thing) is followed by baby oil application (dry skin never takes a holiday) and the voluntary relinquishing of the cell phones. You heard me: Thomas and I trade their phones for a book and they read themselves to sleep. Oh I know what you are thinking: they are probably assembling a small hydrogen bomb and tending to marijuana plants behind our backs. In response, I will I quote a friend who has a lot of children:
"I don't care what they are doing, as long as it takes a long time.."
Thomas Von Wehlen rallying the troops before the offensive.
Beach hide and Seek while waiting for the chicken piripiri....
The above requires a little explaining...Thomas snuck them into an enormous, (really enormous) abandoned hotel....no lights, empty rooms, half finished walls...bats! everything. I had to stay in the get away car. This photo was taken is as they climbed back over.
Chico nervously holding a skeptical Brooke. Charlie of course has no fear of any girl, no matter how short.
Last night with the mighty Connolli
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