Camp Lauren: Groovy

Take a normal weekend.  

Combine it with the annual event of Heather and Ash heading out of town.  The result: Kate and Sarah and I fall into Camp Lauren routines, the grooves of which have become indelible.

We know how this works:

In the early mornings, 

 Kate and I have quiet time,

 with warm beverages,

and Jack [the one-eyed beyond adorable cat].

We dwell in each other's company, until Sarah emerges 

and our day begins. 

Once we get school out of the way, our weekend begins in full:

 trips to Michael's, to pick up craft supplies,

 dinner at Otto's

 [because we LOVE Otto's].

There is always at least one movie night on a Camp Lauren weekend, but this year they multiplied:

 Thursday night, Spirited Away at the local downtown theater [thanks to my lovely new job];

 Friday night, 

 our standard get-in-your-pajamas-and-craft-while-you-watch movie night;

Saturday afternoon, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2, cozied up in the dark of the theater.

And there are always lazy mornings at home,

 including standards like the making of [the most delicious pumpkin chocolate chip] pancakes,

culinary explorations  

with delicious outcomes,

 a bit of work 

[me: slog through endless email,
Kate: draw endless pictures of my hair],

 a bit of scientific exploration

[and lessons on how to deal with disappointment and defeat],

a bit of the wild outdoors

and random creative episodes [that's a wheelchair folks, inexplicably crafted out of garbage and duct tape].

In general,

there is always us,

being us.

And, always, it's a weekend of special treats,

 like when this girl got a coffee date with yours truly while Kate was at a birthday party,

like closing out an evening with massive [and wholly inadvisable] amounts of ice cream.

Our groove, refined and defined through the years,

 to which we all say--

groovy.