Camping and the not so very much of a break-a week late of course

We spent a busy what was supposed to be Sept. break week painting, Eli proofing (again) the house and doing mundane things like laundry; Eli helps me by getting in the basket and throwing the clothes out in between throwing the tennis ball to Duane. Adam mostly had to do a lot of boring orientation stuff and I mostly had to work everyday. So it wasn't very breaky. But we did go camping on the beach, which meant surfing a little bit. So that was good. Eli and Hailey had a blast. Ashley Spencer actually let her kid get dirty; and once Hailey had the go ahead from her mother, Eli taught her some of his tricks like piling dirt on the chairs, running recklessly into the street and ocean, and climbing on things that say "Keep Off."



Ashley Spencer says that she does not like to camp; I have evidence to the contrary:









I know I need to blog about the debate. I don't have much to say other than that I really can't listen to any of them, any four of them, without cringing at some point in the discourse. I'll deal with this later.