How time flies. It wasn’t too long ago I was dropping Evan off to school for his first day in Kindergarten and now summer has come. With me being conscious that I could be flooded with work anytime and my time being involved with Evan’s activities becoming limited, I over-involved myself and signed up to chaperone 2 field trips on consecutive weeks.The first one was the day after Evan’s birthday, at the Nature Museum. This I looked forward to going because of the butterfly habitat, it was actually the first time I’ve heard of this.
The second trip (the last of 6 field trips for the schoolyear) was at the Lincoln Park Zoo. I brought comic books for my wards and they were the quietest during the relatively short ride to the zoo.
During this visit I heard some of Evan’s friends tell him how “it’s not fair” (a kindergartener’s favorite expression) that Evan’s mom can get to go with him during field trips. A couple of more years, having moms on his field trips won’t be cool anymore, so I am glad I was able to do a few of it this year.Two days after his last day of school, Evan reconnects with Charlene for a trip to the Chicago Children’s Museum. They tried the photo booth for the first time but I think they need to wait a few more years to get better results.The following afternoon we spent it at the beach, even had a picnic/dinner of pancit, buffalo wings, brownies (yum!) on the sandy shore with Charlene’s parents.While I was growing up, Saturdays or Sundays were spent at the beach with my family and hordes of cousins. Many years later and 8,000 miles from the Philippines the beach is how I plan to spend most of our weekends too, at least in the summertime. Ironically, our beach here is a lot nearer (just a walking distance) than the one we go to in my childhood hometown.
While Evan may not have the siblings and cousins that I had to play with, I don’t really worry about that aspect because Evan being the extrovert that he is ( I don’t know from which gene he gets it from) has no problem approaching other kids and finding friends to play with. It’s funny how Evan was initially asking Tom and me to put sand over his legs while all I wanted to do was relax. So I told him, “Evan, we are not your playmates.” It might seem harsh but after a few minutes he made friends with another boy (shown above) and they had fun building a “pool” for the next couple of hours. =)
Looking forward to spending the rest of the summer with Evan – in between his sports camp schedule and my summer teaching job AND pending freelance projects, that is. It’s going to be fun.