The days of this vacation week have just flown by, and I hated the look on Michael's face this morning when I reminded him that we have to go home in the morning.
We played mini golf yesterday, and I sweated off about 10 lbs. It's quite a workout for me! LOL I just love the giant fake octopus and shark, the fake volcano, all of it. I forgot my camera or I would show you photos. Alesia did well, and I either hit holes in one, or 6 frustrating shots per hole. Michael, however, has turned into an excellent little golfer, and easily beat me and Alesia. Mother is puzzled how he putts with one hand. However, she forgets that he is very strong in that arm, and his hand is super coordinated, since he has to use it for everything. I doubt he would ever do well at "big" golf, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that he has fun and has a sense of accomplishment.
We had lunch at Steak & Shake yesterday, and a big dinner with the family at a wonderful local restaurant, the Chesapeake House. In between, the kids and I spent some serious pool time.
Chesapeake House has a large pond in the back, and Michael enjoyed looking at the alligators and turtles and birds back there. My uncle was able to get in the restaurant easily because there's a special back door that accommodates wheelchairs. The food is a bit pricey, but the kids split a seafood platter and I ordered one of the less expensive menu items, fried creek shrimp. The quality of the food is wonderful - nothing tastes fake, and everything is flavorful.
We came home and watched Dr. Doolittle, which Michael had never seen. I had borrowed a number of movies from a friend at work, for the trip, and we still are running short on movies. I try to leave 3-4 unwatched so the kids can watch in the car on the way home. The portable DVD player was the best investment ever.
My friend Cyndi LaJoy got some good news yesterday about two little girls she has been trying to adopt, and I am so excited for her. I met the older girl, Angela, and she is Miss Personality. I wished I could adopt her myself, along with Michael, but that was before I knew Cyndi. Now I realize God of course had a different and wonderful plan in mind. However, international adoption always is a bumpy road, so please pray for Cyndi and her girls. I believe Angela is about 10 and her sister 6 or 7. I am always thrilled to hear of older kids being adopted.
Michael told me the other day he wished he had a little brother. I wish it, too, and I have sort of looked into it, but I have got to get some debts paid off and get things at home more stable, before I could really consider it. My mother also doesn't cotton to the idea of another child to care for, domestic or foreign, and I have to be cognizant of her wishes. I have always had a feeling I should have 3 kids, but maybe that's just wishful thinking. I pray about it. That always brings me the right answers.