We then made our way to the diving pool where Nick ran into the side and cried. Allie did some wacky-crazy-doo dive scratching both her shins on the cement and, you guessed it, cried.
We aborted the diving mission and headed over to cardiac canyon where we waited in a short line for a long time. We were finally settled into the chilled water in a winding family train of tubes and bodies. Allie's little hands couldn't hold onto her brothers tube sending her on an unplanned solo voyage. She cried. Nick followed his usual m.o. and accidentally on purpose lost his tube, which is against the rules, so the life guard blew his whistle and told Nick to find his tube. Nick cried. I tried to draw his attention elsewhere by asking him to pull me out of the whirlpool I was stuck in. He had just started to help when a well meaning gentleman passing by grabbed both our tubes and pulled us into the next whirlpool of "this ride really stinks." Nick wailed. The lifeguard rolled is eyes. I tried to control my nausea as the turquoise sky spun continuously above.
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When we realized what kind of day we were dealing with we decided that I alone would make the bike trek to Bite Size with the child who had put it on the bucket list. I pulled my chlorinated hair into a ponytail, threw a t-shirt on over my swimsuit and soon Mr. Matt and I were flying down the hill, the warm afternoon sun licking at our faces, towards his favorite cafe. We parked our bikes under a shady tree and entered the tiny oasis of mouth watering food. Turkey, cranberry and havarti on wheat bread for me and a divine chicken, artichoke, farfalle, ceasar salad for my date. We discussed his upcoming classes, where he wants to live when he grows up, how many children he thinks he and his wife will have . . . all the important stuff.
We rode our bikes home slowly past the Oakridge Country Club where the Utah Open was taking place. Lots of serious, dapper looking golfers. My legs began to burn with the effort of following Matt up the long hill and I thought that surely this was one of my favorite moments of summer.
Speaking of dapper looking golfers . . .
you may have noticed that Brayden has been M.I.A. on our end of summer adventures. We're super excited to have a High School Golf Team member in our home. (actually he's away from it most of the time but we're still mighty pleased for him!)
he really, really, really likes it when I drop him off at the course
and then hop out of the minivan to take pictures of him
in front of his teammates.
I try to do it often,
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So happy for Brayden. So lucky he has a mom that wants to capture all his high school memories. He will thank you later...I promise. ps. The bite size bit made me teary, and not just the delicious menu choices.
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