In honor of summer vacation, the boys unanimously voted for a return voyage on the Spirit of Baltimore, this time in BETTER WEATHER so they could stay OUTSIDE on the TOP DECK and also SEE THINGS.
Not an unreasonable request, since yeah, we went in December on a freezing cold rainy/foggy day, and it definitely impaired our views of the murky green water and breathtaking Baltimore industrial areas.
But my own snark aside, they love this stuff so much that I can't help absorbing their excitement. WE'RE ON A BOAT, MOTHERFUCKERS.
A "real" cruise ship passed us by at one point and it was a very OMG WTF BBQ ELEVENTY!!ONE!! moment for them.
These big-ass games were also pretty cool.
(Though this one was decidedly less cool once it fell over right on your lap and several pieces slammed into your toes.)
But what was probably the best part for me (I mean, besides the buffet, because obviously) was watching Noah take photos of everything and text them to his friends.
Back in March, we were told that for the first time since elementary school, Noah would not qualify for the district's summer social skills program. We pushed back and argued as much as we could, but were told that "at this point," he's already been taught and given every tool he needs to make friends and successfully interact with his peers. And he was simply choosing not to use those tools, at that point.
And now here he is, at this point. Just sitting there texting photos of boats to his friends, who also like boats.
Later, one of his friends will call him on the phone and they'll talk about movies for awhile. I'll overhear Noah finish a sentence, stop, and ask, "How was your day? Do you have anything planned for summer vacation?"
And then, "Do you wanna come over next weekend?"