Today was Greg's birthday. In case you didn't realize, it was also Memorial Day. Not such a bad day for your birthday, I guess, because if it wasn't a holiday Greg would have spent his birthday at work answering email instead of what he did at home today which was, well, actually, he had a laptop on his lap most of the day so for all I know he was answering email. Heh.
For a brief moment we considered attending family day at Camp Widjiwagan, but we spent all day yesterday at the renaissance festival and none of us, including Jack, felt much like another all day thing. Instead we puttered around the house and did house-type things.
The kids rode their bikes and played video games and spent a lot of the day in the back yard shooting arrows at milk jugs with the bows we got at the renaissance faire. Tomorrow is the first official non-weekend, non-holiday day of summer vacation. Memorial Day feels more like the beginning of summer here in the land of four actual seasons. Today is the day they finally open the swimming pools. I've lived places where summer was almost two full months on by the time Memorial Day rolled around.
Greg and I spent a large part of the day inside and somehow got roped into the Band of Brothers marathon on the History Channel. Pretty depressing stuff, actually, especially for a birthday, but it was Memorial Day after all and you know how the History Channel just sucks you in like that.
Later we grilled steaks and had birthday cake and watched The Phantom Menace. After the argument over which Star Wars movie to watch, I went to the kitchen to clean up and eavesdrop on the conversation in the living room. I love listening to the kids geek out over something I've shared with them. Tonight they were wondering why Jedis don't whack each other more often given the way they swing those light sabers around. I mean, someone's gonna get hurt! Jack was pulling out specific scenes from the six movies where he thought things seemed particularly tight, "Like in that elevator in episode three..." and that was when I realized that his Star Wars knowledge now surpassed my own. Greg, however, knew exactly what scene Jack was talking about.
Happy Birthday, Greg!