During the winter and spring, I thought of summer only in terms of oppressive heat. How could I have forgotten how much I LOVE summer? Swimming and all things watery, dinners that center around strawberries and corn on the cob, and a general lassiez-faire attitude all around. Sometimes we “have” to go places, like the splash pad or the library. Sometimes we stay home all day, just because we can.
Before this all seems too perfect, let me note that Tate got three ant bites, Rush cried about a string cheese, and ultimately they both abandoned the big water-spraying ball that hooks up to the hose to disassemble the raised bed. (Note to Trent: We no longer have a raised bed for our garden, but we do have a pile of rotting wood and rusty nails.) I thought I was going to chill and read while everyone played (that has never happened) but I really only read about three pages over the course of two hours.
It was a perfect morning.
While it would be really nice to get some professional pictures taken of the kids and I would love to see them in all their finery, I might always love these pictures of them the best. This was the best part of their day, the boys climbing into the empty pool to snuggle and laugh with Holly.
Sometimes a when I meet someone and they find out I’m a stay-at-home mom, they say, “Oh, that’s a real job.” I know they’re trying to be nice and recognize that it is hard work to raise children, but sometimes I want to say, “No shit. That’s why I quit my old job to do it and why I would have to pay someone else to do it if I was still doing standard cost accounting.” (What in the world in standard cost accounting? Who can even remember?) But on the other hand, today I ate a popsicle with my lunch, got more hugs and kisses than I can count, and I’m not sure where my shoes are right now.
But on the other hand…THERE IS NO OTHER HAND!
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