MAN WEEKEND

In the spring, I had planned to take Sister to Oklahoma with me and leave the boys to have MAN WEEKEND. That plan fell through when Sister PUKED IN MY CAR before we even left the driveway. I ended up leaving her with Husband and taking Brother with me. He had a good attitude about it, but he wanted assurance that MAN WEEKEND would be rescheduled. Which we tried to do several times this summer, truly, but circumstances kept pushing it back. The Royals weren't in town that weekend, Brother had to have a tonsillectomy, we were going to Oklahoma, etc. Finally, it ended up that the last weekend of the summer was the only option. Husband planned everything out, but he only filled Brother in on parts of the weekend. When Friday morning dawned, you could say the boy was a little excited. I sent him in to pack, and he came out 10 minutes later with his backpack already to go. Except for the fact that he was still in his pajamas. (And, Husband discovered later, forgot his toothbrush and underwear.)

They started man weekend by building stuff with tools. Appropriate.

Then they stopped by for a round of miniature golf before heading out of town.

Dad let him pick where to eat. Subway. Duh.

They also stopped and got a new hat (because who goes to a Royals game without one?) and a Lego space shuttle set.

And who stays in a hotel without going swimming?

And taking advantage of the 7-Eleven inside the hotel?

And of course, we need to build the spaceship.

Ta-da!

Cheering on the boys in blue! It was Friday, so they stayed late for the fireworks. Brother said that was his favorite part. I am told he slept very well that night. Sister, on the other hand, did not. When she realized both Daddy and Brother we're not going to be there before she went to sleep, she cried and cried and cried. We had to call on the phone and hear both of their voices before we could calm down enough to go to sleep. It was sort of cute.

Next morning, apparently they had root beer for breakfast. They swam at the hotel and then went to Legoland, only to find out that the soonest they could get in was 530. Now Dad had to find a way to kill four hours, so they went to the movies, through pennies in fountains, and wandered around.

Once they got to Legoland, they had a blast. Brother said "it was the best thing ever."

Man weekend was definitely a success. Props to Dad for organizing and planning all of it! And thanks to our friends who gave us the Lego trip for Brother's birthday!