You can call me Ninja Master.

The Hipps family has split up for the weekend. Jeremy and Owen left this morning for a fishing trip up on Leech Lake while Walter and I stayed back for a special weekend together. Owen has been waiting for this day for quite a while, he bought the special fishing trip food in July (salted nut rolls) in anticipation of this day. He also declared he planned on eating pizza for breakfast on the fishing trip. Regardless, I'm sure he will have a blast and be spoiled rotten by his daddy!

Meanwhile, I'm doing my best to spoil Walter. We rented a movie at the library yesterday and as soon as Jer & Owen left, he asked if we could watch it. I obliged, of course. Then we went to a park and I endured two hours of ninja training. Jeremy often puts the boys through ninja courses around the neighborhood and Walter realized I have never done one. So he put me through 10 levels of ninja training today. At one point as we were crawling under the playground equipment, he told me "You can call me Ninja Master." As we left the park, the Ninja Master told me he has more ninja training on tap for tomorrow. Here's to a good night sleep!