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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