Ian's school-camp ended last Friday. It's really his same old school, but without homework. We call it school-camp, so he can pretend that he has camp like his brother Jonah.

Of course, it's nothing like Jonah's camp. Jonah spends the day in the sun getting brown like raisin. He's in the pool, making lanyard bracelets, laughing with friends, and spitting out watermelon pits.

At school-camp, Ian is walked over to a town recreaction program for a couple of hours, where he and his friends sit on the outskirts of the action. Then he goes back to the classroom for speech therapy, handwriting lessons, and math review. There are proper camps for kids like Ian. However, they are very, very expensive. I always feel guilty that Jonah gets all sorts of experiences that Ian doesn't get.

When school-camp ended, Ian rejoiced. He really just wants to play video games and draw pictures and hang out with me. A little computer time is fine, but he we can't let him play Plants vs. Zombies for six hours straight. To distract him from the computer, we keep on the move. He saw the Smurf movie with my mom. We went to Barnes and Noble, the swim club, and the nature center. We went to IKEA for breakfast this morning. After a quick shove out the front door, he always has fun, but sometimes it does take a shove to get moving.

It's lonely, because he doesn't know any kids his own age. His school is 30 minutes away, and his classmates are spread out all over the area. There are no playdates. No neighbors to horse around with.

It will be easier next week, when Jonah is home from camp, too. Ian blends into Jonah's playdates, and Jonah has the patience to play board games with him. I, on the other hand, lose my mind when playing a game with a kid who is unable to deal with random actions.

All week, it's been just me and the kid roaming around New Jersey looking for fun.