But back to the sports thing. During the school year, he signed up Tall and Short for soccer and basketball at our community center. Then he introduced football. He also likes to take the boys biking and hiking. (Anything where you have to buy special shoes to do it is fair game.) Then summer rolled around, and The Husband started perusing the brochures for local sports camps.
“What about
the first week of August for lacrosse?
Would the boys like to learn lacrosse?” he asked me. “Oh, and I think we have enough money for one
other week of something. Hmm, how about
volleyball starting on June 25th?”
I shook my
head no. “Sweetie, the school year is
yours. Summer is … mine.”
His grin turned
to a frown, because he knew what that meant:
ART.
Two summers ago,
I became obsessed with taking the boys to visit every museum within an hour’s
drive of our house. We live near some of
the best museums in the world so it was easy to do. It was a hot summer, so the boys and I spent almost every waking
moment hopping in the car or on the subway, going to air-conditioned museums. I loved every second of it.
The Husband
remembers that summer, because every evening we would show him the museum
catalog and postcards we bought.
Tall would
say, “Look, Pop, look! We saw another
Picasso, this one was from his Blue Period.
I prefer the paintings of the Fauve artists though.”
“Are you
kidding? When you could look at the
masterpieces Van Gogh produced?” Short would interrupt. “Or Paul Klee? What about him?”
The Husband looked
me right in the eye. “Are you planning a
repeat of The Summer of The Museum?” he inquired with trepidation.
“No no no no
no no! Don’t be silly! I don’t have to take the kids back to those same museums again, because they already have all those art images locked in their brains!” Here I pointed to my own brain, as if it was holding
the back-up art files. “I have something
better planned: classes.”
“Ugh, how
much is that going to cost?”
“Sweetie, no
more than your two weeks of sports.
Chill. I’ll pay for it. And they will learn a lot.”
Apparently,
I’d said the magic words (“I’ll pay for it”) because he agreed. Before he had a chance to change his mind, I
had signed up Tall for a week of “Art Around the World” and a week of “Comic
Book Drawing.” Short was enrolled in a
week of “Bug Crazy!” and a week of “Ceramics for First-Graders.” On the final day of “Comic Book Drawing,” Tall was ecstatic.
“Now I know how to make my own comics,” he said proudly over dinner.
The Husband
smiled. “That’s great, Tall! I'm proud of you. After we finish our mint-chip ice-cream, will you show me what you made?”
“Sure! And you know the really neat thing? During the school year, we only have time for a one-hour art
class once per week. So, since my comic class
was two hours a day for five day which equals 10 hours, that means I learned as
much in art camp as I would have in—”
“Five
months!” blurted out Short.
“A year!” I yelled.
“Three
weeks?” offered The Husband, whose day job is “Cost Analyst.”
Tall rolled
his eyes. “No, if you would’ve let me
finish, what I was going to say is: 11
months.”
I think next
summer we might look into Math Camp.
MOV
HA! Yes, maybe Math Camp would be appropriate. Boy 1 got to attend Lego Camp for a week this year. That was pretty darn exciting!
ReplyDeleteLego Camp! Who knew there was such a thing??
DeletePff, who needs math?! I always hated math, and I turned out just fine. Hang on, I need to go tally up some bills on my fingers...
ReplyDeleteHaha, good for you for rounding them out! Maybe send the Husband to math camp while you and the boys go to plays...
ReplyDeleteHMMM YOU LOST ME AT THE MINT CHIP ICE CREAM AND LUST LOL DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING IT ISN'T 50 SHADES RIGHT IT IS MINT CHIP ICE CREAM?
ReplyDeleteLOVE THE CAMP PROGRAMS I HAVE TO SAY THEY MAKE A HUGE THING LATER IN LIFE :)) GOOD FOR YOU AND INTRODUCING THE ARTS :}
Yes, now I want some ice cream! You're lucky your kids are interested in art and sports, it's hard to keep mine interested in anything for too long. Great post!
ReplyDelete- Ian
euphemismsoflife.blogspot.com
Great, anther mint-chip ice-cream friend. Yey!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could spend my summer going to art museums and craft classes instead of being a terrible waitress :( maybe I'll find some time, you've never too old for some glitter and glue.
ReplyDelete-Amelia www.satiring.blogspot.co.uk
Do they have "family" math camp? I want to see comics! And more ice cream...
ReplyDeleteyes, we could use the family math discount plan......
DeleteHe can visit my parents this summer if he wants. They're both math teachers.
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