We are all dressed and ready for the day by 9 a.m.
We go to the park, one, two, sometimes three times a day.
I leave my camera at home. Live in the moment. Not stress about the perfect capture.
On most days his bike clocks more than two miles.
I say yes when he asks to go to the far park.
I blow up his swimming pool on the sunny days.
And set up the sprinkler too.
"Is this an obstacle course?" He asks, excitedly.
"Yes," I say.
I let him eat cherries right out of the bowl and hardly get upset when the juice dribbles down his chin and stains his t-shirt.
We go to the library when it rains to search for Nate the Great books.
Naps are hit or miss.
Bedtimes might go into the 9 o'clock hour.
I make easy dinners. Pasta. Pizza. Anything on the grill.
I make brownie sundaes for dessert almost every night.
Or instead we walk to the ice cream store after baths.
I don't worry as much about the floor's dirt or the fingerprints on the windows.
The laundry gets done once a week instead of twice or thrice.
I use my television only to play the Party Hits music channel.
And we dance.
I pay no attention to my DVR. Or my computer. [Sorry!]
It's summer after all.
I think I'm a better mom in the summer. I think my kids would agree.
We go to the park, one, two, sometimes three times a day.
I leave my camera at home. Live in the moment. Not stress about the perfect capture.
On most days his bike clocks more than two miles.
I say yes when he asks to go to the far park.
I blow up his swimming pool on the sunny days.
And set up the sprinkler too.
"Is this an obstacle course?" He asks, excitedly.
"Yes," I say.
I let him eat cherries right out of the bowl and hardly get upset when the juice dribbles down his chin and stains his t-shirt.
We go to the library when it rains to search for Nate the Great books.
Naps are hit or miss.
Bedtimes might go into the 9 o'clock hour.
I make easy dinners. Pasta. Pizza. Anything on the grill.
I make brownie sundaes for dessert almost every night.
Or instead we walk to the ice cream store after baths.
I don't worry as much about the floor's dirt or the fingerprints on the windows.
The laundry gets done once a week instead of twice or thrice.
I use my television only to play the Party Hits music channel.
And we dance.
I pay no attention to my DVR. Or my computer. [Sorry!]
It's summer after all.
I think I'm a better mom in the summer. I think my kids would agree.
I would have to agree with all of this! Summer is a such a blast with little ones!!!! Great thoughtful Blog!
ReplyDeleteFall, Winter, and Spring are better seasons in AZ because we can be outdoors all day long.
ReplyDeleteIn the summer? Not so much. It's been 95-105 degrees here. Ick!
P.S. It's 9:39pm and our 3-year-old is still awake, playing happily in her room. :)
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