Despite some mild objections (from Lucas), the kids would be going to SJC again this summer. Last year, I took them out a few days early to get them adjusted to the time and to spend time at my parents’ house, which they love. This year, we asked my parents if they could spend a week there. Jen also joined in the fun and brought her new puppy, Blue, from NY.
We discussed several options to get them to Michigan that first week. I felt they were old enough to fly unaccompanied, but Lucas did not. We considered having our au pair, Ala, take them, but they declined. In the end, I chaperoned them on their Saturday flight and returned home the next day.
Ala went to travel, so it was very quiet at home with just me and Grace. The kids had fun with Aunt Jen, Grandma, Grandpa, and of course, Blue. Olivia taught him many new tricks. Grace went to Michigan the following Friday. I have been encumbered by employment and opted to take the redeye that evening instead.
Grace’s parents happened to be in town, so we had lunch with most of the Hur clan in Ann Arbor. We spent a little time downtown and also stocked up on Michigan gear at M-Den. We spent the rest of the day getting ready for camp.
The kids only had an extra day after camp to spend in West Bloomfield. I did a little home maintenance (there was more to do). The main mission was for the kids (and us) to spend time with their grandparents, which is too seldom these days. I think my dad’s mission was to show us his new driveway.
Thanks, Mom and Dad, for hosting us all.
My parents and Jen had been staying with us since graduation. Grace planned for them to stay through Father’s Day so we could celebrate together. Elin took the opportunity to travel by herself to Vancouver and Seattle (now another place she’s been that I haven’t).
Grace was in Singapore all week with Dennis Rodman et al. My parents and Jen were on point for Camp Rhee at home. As a thank you, Grace wanted to take everyone to Carmel Valley Ranch for the weekend. In this type of situation, it’s best not to ask them what they want to do, and instead just let them know when it’s time to pile into the car.
We drove down Saturday morning and went straight to Carmel for lunch. My parents hadn’t been there in 30 years, so they and Jen walked around for a bit while we went to check in and get a head start on pool time.
We more or less celebrated Father’s Day at Saturday dinner, which was followed by the s’mores tradition. On Sunday morning, I rallied everyone early for breakfast because it was included. By everyone, I mean everyone except Grace, who was still wrecked from her Singapore trip. We let her sleep 14 hours while the kids and I had a practice session at the golf range. By 1pm, she was ready to rally for one more trip to the pool.
My dad is 82 and opted to not go sit outside by a pool filled with pee and screaming kids. I don’t blame him. He sheltered in place to watch the U.S. Open, which is right where he should be.
We had a late lunch together before heading out for home. Waze suggested HWY 1. It was a beautiful day for only my second drive up this route.
It was a great Father’s Day and the kids got in some QT with their grandparents and Aunt Jen. Happy Father’s Day!