Moaning and wailing

Evan is behind me, laying on our guest bed, moaning and wailing over the fact that Mike went to work today. How dare he, when there is summer fun to be had? You know, like laundry. He's hanging upside down off the side of the bed now, banging his fists into the mattress. Soon there will be the rending of garments.

It's become obvious that Ev needs a little more structure to the summer, so we've decided to sign him up for day camp. Sadly, that's only one week. Our two year old playgroup starts next week, Monday mornings, and though it's really not for Evan I'm sure he'll enjoy it. He likes being the boss. I'm scrambling for more activities, more things for the kids to do, and hopefully they'll be things that don't involve driving 100 miles to participate in. I never thought I'd see the day when I wished he still had a TSS.

Grady seems to be really enjoying having Evan now home though, which is great (and quite a change from the first few days of vacation). The two of them fight constantly, but the also entertain each other occasionally. G wakes Ev up with a shriek of delight every morning, so happy to find that his awesome older brother hasn't evaporated during the night. Ev is less happy with this waking, he usually groans and mumbles something about breakfast, but it's still fun to watch.

Now G is dancing in the hallway, singing "Mahna Mahna" to himself, while Evan continues to gripe about school being off for the summer. "All schools in the area are off for the summer! Why isn't there anyone in my classroom?" And it's only the third week of June.