During the school year, Brock brought home a paper. He had to draw an activity of something that he and his family do during the summer. I thought he'd draw he and his siblings playing on the swing set, or riding bikes, or swimming.
Nope. He drew a picture of him and me playing tennis.
Have we ever played tennis? No. Does he even know what tennis is? Apparently, because he had drawn us with rackets and a net and everything.
And can I find this work of art? No. I've looked through my stacks (and stacks and stacks) of drawings, and I can't find it for the life of me. I'm way bummed, because Brock is a super artist.
So, I took the kids out in the morning before it got too hot, and we played tennis. We don't have tennis rackets, but we have two racquetball rackets. And I bought some tennis balls.
We took turns "hitting" the ball, a.k.a. swinging our rackets in the air as the ball flies by.
And we played chase. I was trying to get Troy on one side of the net, and Ivy on the other. They just ran around and around the net, giggling with glee.
We also did a lot of running after the ball. I would hit the ball over the net, and my kids would miss, and then chase the ball down.
Then I would stand on one side while my kids attempted to hit the ball to me. After 10 or so tries of them hitting the ball into the net, and by the net, and around the net, I would take my turn and hit it back.
At one point I had Jakob take pictures with the camera. I think they were having more fun taking pictures than they were playing tennis.
Another time I served the ball to Brock. The ball bounced on the ground, then came up and hit him square in the eye. I started laughing, even though it really wasn't that funny. Okay, it was funny, and I'll be the first to admit I'm a bad mom for laughing at my kid's pain.
We didn't play for very long. And even though it wasn't productive in a rally, keep score kind of way, it was still fun. I'm glad Brock suggested it.