Long Live Summer

Yeesh. Where did the summer go?

I feel like we have made the most of it- finding all of the elementary schools around and borrowing their playgrounds every week. That has been so much fun- finding a new playground to watch them conquer. It's fun until you've been to all of them in a 10 mile radius and you've set the expectation of a brand new playground every few days. School is starting back just in time:: I think I have run out of new playgrounds. But do you know how many playgrounds there are around here? dozens. 

Chamblee starts Pre-K in two weeks. Fourteen days! 

She turns FOUR in eleven days. ELEVEN! I'm not sure how these years have flown by, but I honestly cannot remember not being a mama. I tell her all the time that she is the one who made me a mommy. She rolls her eyes and says "I knowwwww!" It begins. I just want to put out there that she will be in Kindergarten next year. Like, a real school. And that, my readers, makes me nauseous. 

Jake is potty training. There's not much more to say about that. He peed right between my eyes yesterday. Four eyes here had a moment of panic. But hey. Urine is sterile. And he's so darn cute in his little boxer briefs. You guys. They make real boxer briefs for 2 year olds. I can't even. We decided to leave him out of pre-school next year and give him a little more one-on-one time with me. He's so sensitive and wild. I want a little more time with him before I send him out. I'm stingy. He's my favorite boy.

Oh, Josephine. Why and how do you smile so much? I know, I know. I know. I'm biased and partial and all that. But I haven't ever been around a happier baby. The girl doesn't cry. She does laugh for days. She's got some big ol' teeth and they only make her cuter. She's a pistol. She can get it now that she's crawling and pulling up. She could win an award for her clapping skills. She's a garbage disposal. Eats it all. It's making the nights easier, but she's still a mama's girl. Can't go long without me. I do love that. 

So, one more full week of summer days. Walking in the wagon and turning on the sprinkler.
finding the last gems of playgrounds. Swinging high as the moon. Playing tag in the grass. Staying in jammies all day. Catching fireflies. Waving down the ice cream truck.

Who am I kidding. We've only seen the ice cream truck once this summer. And late afternoons are still wide open for the rest. Long Live Summer!

Until Next Time,
The Guff