I mowed just about first thing this morning. We thought about going to the beach after, but Amanda wasn’t feeling great. She worked on a Shutterfly photobook for our #Eurotrip most of the day.
We watched Maddox for a bit while Christen did some necessary running around. He and Milly played fine for the most part, though her feelings were hurt when he said he didn’t want to be a prince. She hasn’t learned to accept that not everyone wants to play the same thing she does all the time yet.
Later in the afternoon, I tried convincing Milly to go to the park with me so I could play some disc golf. She wasn’t up to it. Then I saw that Nick had sent a text out a few hours ago saying he was thinking about taking Eli to do that too, so I got in touch with him to see if he’d gone yet. He hadn’t, but he was still up for it, so I tried to get Milly to go using that. Well, that didn’t work either.
I ended up picking up Nick, Eli and Ada (Amy was working). When Eli asked about what car we were taking, I told him we were taking my car, the Escape. He said, “The steak?” I like my cars to be named, and I like it to happen organically, and so Eli just named my car.
For the record, my last car, the Oldsmobile, didn’t have a name. The car before that did though. It was named by my college friend and last college roommate, Charlie Collicutt. Its name included the model, which was a aTaurus The one before that, my first car, was an ’88 Chevy Celebrity. My friend Ben Byrne dubbed it the Wedge: the simplest machine known to man.
Anyway, the Escape has now earned the name “the Steak”. Thanks, Eli.
So Nick, Eli, Ada and I made our way through the front nine. Nick and I tied, though to be fair he was using discs that were unfamiliar to him.
I arrived home to Milly playing with dolls just a few minutes past her bedtime. Tristen had come over, and after I put Milly to bed I joined her and Amanda hanging out and chatting on the porch. Nick (Other Nick, Meyer) came by later and we all hung out for a bit.