Indio, California: A few hours after Marcia and Red left us, Lenny arrived with Leo and Lucy. They had been kicked-out of their house by Lisa. Banished! Lisa is in charge of a big charity auction next week and needed (uncluttered) space and (child-free) time to get organized - so she sent her family to us for a few days. (Dave and I will drive to Los Angeles to babysit the kids during the auction next weekend.)
It takes a village.
After breakfast at the clubhouse, and long bike/scooter rides, we spent Saturday morning in the pool. Both kids are still taking swim lessons, and Leo (6 years old) can swim well now. He can dive to the bottom of a pool to fetch a coin or toy, and... while maybe not exactly doing the Australian Crawl... can get himself across a pool. Though we are constantly vigilant, it is no longer necessary to be in the pool with Leo. Lucy (3 years old) cannot yet be in the pool alone. I "swam" with her while she switched back and forth from her Hello Kitty water wings to her Hello Kitty pool ring... or her Hello Kitty beach ball. With the little blow-up "muscles" on her arms, Lucy and also get across the pool by kicking and paddling her arms. I am pretty-sure her swim teacher is not a fan of these helpers, but Lisa used water wings while learning to swim and she became what her French swim instructor called a leetle feesh.
We took the kids out for sashimi. As I have stated previously, these little tykes can take down three or four orders of yellowtail.
On Sunday, we went to the polo fields and tried a new pizza restaurant that had opened adjacent to the Tack Room Tavern, the Polo Pizza Company.
The kids kept posing in front of statues outside the restaurants:
black olives, green pepper and mushroom. Lucy, before eating pizza (with my little stuffed beagle) Leo, after eating pizza. The Motorcoach Country Club