The Sleepover (and other tales of horror)

I suppose that it's a mile marker of sorts that our son has reached the age where he can have his friends come and spend the night. As it was his birthday, we agreed that he could have a couple of friends over. All in all, it wasn't too bad - we took them to see Night at the Museum II, then back home for pizza. They actually got in bed around 8:30 or so, but didn't go to sleep for a couple of hours. Still, like I said, not too bad. They did all pop up about six o'clock the following morning, though... or at least, that's when they got loud enough to wake us up. And that was it for that experience, fairly tame in most respects, although I did get a reminder of just how silly nine-year old boys are.

In the meantime, we've been keeping ourselves busy, mostly with yard-type stuff. We've cleared out a large amount of the undergrowth, mowed the yard, cut a few trees, etc., etc. Although it's hard work, I actually enjoy it quite a bit - the chance to be outside in the sun, and frequently, immediate satisfaction when something looks better than it did. We'll have to make a final push to get everything unpacked, but all in all, we're not far off now, which is both exciting and intimidating, since we've saved some of the more difficult things for last.

We also went to the pool for the first time yesterday - we bought a pool and tennis club membership earlier this year, and we thought it would be fun to go and hang out there for a bit. We did decide to get Dalton and Maggie some additional swimming lessons, which I think will be good for both of them - plus it will also help that they will probably get to go to the pool frequently this summer, getting them used to being in the water.

And I suppose that's it, which just goes to show that our lives are quickly adjusting back to the mundane.