Luke and I are still working the first week of the kids' summer vacation. That means Grandma and Grandpa Hogue to the rescue.
This year we had the kids signed up for a one week tennis camp, at a nearby high school. It was organized by the school's tennis team and the kids LOVED it. It was 60-70 minutes long for five days. It was really well run and we all would've liked for it to be extended.
On Thursday they handed out shirts for the kids and they took photos on Friday.
Wiggy took plenty to trips to the park with grandpa. She also got a new stuffed animal from Target with some money grandma and grandpa gave her for her report card.
Tubbies had a physical with the pediatrician this week. He didn't like hanging out in his paper "robe" while waiting to get checked. He ended up getting two vaccines and thankfully didn't cry or freak out. :)
Wednesday morning big daddy gave grandma some dinero and asked her to take the kids to the Broken Yolk Cafe (near our house) before tennis camp. The kids were ecstatic to say the least.
Hot cocoa all the way around.
That's how they roll on a summer morning. Haha.
One week of summer break on the books. Thank you Grandma and Grandpa for all you do.
That Stop Wasn't On My Itinerary....
So the Hogue's made it to Florida for our first official family vacation. It was Sawyer's first plane ride....and Simon's first plane ride that he can remember. We were excited....the boys were stoked. We had everything we needed! But it seems that Sawyer packed something with him that wasn't on our checklist: a big case of pneumonia. Yes, the little fella made it almost one whole day in Florida before he started heading downhill fast. Our 2nd day in Orlando we were in the Urgent Care south of Cocoa Beach. (By the way, to see a doctor more quickly, it helps if you vomit all over the waiting room in front of the receptionist. Little tip for ya) After chest x-rays they advised us to head to the ER in Melbourne, where they eventually admitted him to the hospital. So, we had 3 night deluxe accommadations at the Holmes Regional Medical Center. The little whipper snapper was a trooper though! The nurses loved him, thankfully, and made us all feel right at home. We were going to send postcards out with pictures of the hospital since we spent 40% of our trip there...but they didn't have any. Imagine that!Hmmm.....maybe its something they should consider.
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