I was outside admiring the new porch on the front of our house, when my neighbor drove by and beeped the horn. We laughed about all the driving that happens in the summer time. She has five kids, so she joked that she should wear a chauffeur cap to make a point.

The kids have been safely ensconced in camp for the past few weeks. Ian has discovered a new love of dodge ball. Jonah is growing tan and strong from swimming and basketball. His hair is bleaching out in the sun and a spread of freckles covers his nose. Without that horror of homework hanging over our heads, the boys have plenty of time for drawing and reading. It's really perfect.

Every morning before the camp bus arrives, I make them take off their shirts, and I shoot their backs with a cold blast of sun screen. They leave with a brown bag lunch and a brief wave.

I've been on the computer most of the morning researching some last minute activities to keep them busy when camp gets out in a couple of weeks. I found a robotics class at the community college, cartooning classes at a local art school, a week long soccer program, but we might not do any of those things. Maybe we'll just read in the morning and laze around at the swim club in the afternoon.

It would be great if the whole year was like this.