Definitions of summer are ever-changing. Today's: bare feet, bare little boy chests, bike helmets, sidewalk chalk, wet, grass-covered feet, remnants of ice cream on faces.
6.30.2011
6.29.2011
6.28.2011
06.28
Every day is a struggle not to make things all about me. I fail a lot. This day I failed more than usual.
6.27.2011
06.27
He came up with an activity where we each told our favorite memory of cousin camping trips past. He's not going to be able to sleep because of the anticipation.
6.26.2011
6.25.2011
6.24.2011
6.23.2011
6.22.2011
06.22
I laid on my back and watched the leaves blow in the wind. I could see the spots in my eyes. I was on my front lawn again, a kid.
6.21.2011
6.20.2011
06.20
A storm so big it darkened the entire morning. We turned on the lights and watched the city disappear.
6.19.2011
6.18.2011
6.17.2011
06.17
I'll never actually accomplish everything I wrote on my list. But the things I do get done leave me feeling satisfied.
6.16.2011
6.15.2011
06.15
All of us were worried about them on Sunday. By Tuesday, we'd completely forgotten. On Wednesday, our forgotten worries were relieved.
6.14.2011
6.13.2011
6.12.2011
6.11.2011
6.10.2011
06.10
The entire evening was filled with storms. No one was scared. I love the coziness of our house during a storm.
6.09.2011
6.08.2011
6.07.2011
6.06.2011
06.06
Summer's exhaustion is a welcome thing. And different than the exhaustion we've been used to around here.
6.05.2011
06.05
Watching the movies actually makes me feel sick. But it's a great excuse to sit outside as the sun paints its farewell.
6.04.2011
06.04
Sometimes I don't want to keep my word. I want to say, "Because I don't want to and I'm the mom!" And I probably do that some days without even realizing it. But I didn't today. We went, during the game, in the heat.
6.03.2011
06.03
I worked all day in preparation, but it was fun. Having so many friends here, fresh flowers, snacks, lovely things...it was a beautiful evening.
6.02.2011
6.01.2011
06.01
When, at the end of the day, my kids smell of sunscreen, chlorine, grass, and sweat, I feel like a good mom.
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