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A Santa Barbara Summer

Since lazy and carefree aren't working out according to my pie-in-the-sky summer fantasy, and since I can't find any month long sleep away camps willing to take a 3-year-old, the kids and I sat down to brainstorm some old-fashioned summer fun to keep our minds and bodies occupied this summer.

Video games and texting did not make the list. What did make the list are the simple pleasures of summers past; imaginative activities that don't require special equipment or a lot of money. They will require the kids to change the default position from lounge lizards on the couch, and will also require, for the most part, that they wear more than underpants. Which may mean that, without physical intervention, the following list may be politely ignored. And also that I may be setting myself up for a month of nudging and nagging. Or it just may mean that I get my summer of bonding after all.

Wish me luck.

SANTA BARBARA SUMMER EXPERIMENT 2012
  • Hike Cold Springs Trail
  • Go camping at Ocean Mesa
  • See a movie at the drive-in
  • Host a lemonade stand
  • Go to the zoo
  • Go to Lake Casitas water park
  • Get Blenders in the Grass
  • Have friends over for a sleepover
  • Attend an outdoor movie party
  • See a Forester baseball game
  • Have a water balloon fight
  • Eat snow cones
  • Go roller skating
  • Play in the sprinklers
  • Decorate our bikes and have a parade
  • Build a fort
  • Eat watermelon for dinner
  • Go swimming at night
  • Go miniature golfing
  • Make homemade ice cream
  • Host an Uno tournament
  • Make homemade play dough
  • Make root beer floats
  • Go to the Warner Sea Center
  • Make and complete a timed obstacle course
  • Write letters
  • Blow bubbles
  • Perform a puppet show
  • Go geocaching
  • Paint rock animals

Comments

Anne said…
Yay!! I want to come along for all those things. Luck is wished your way - especially for the bonding. Love you!

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