Home. If only some one would clean it for me.
7.10.2011
7.09.2011
07.09
We stayed longer than we'd expected. Kids were falling asleep in the water. But they still had energy for the evening explorations.
7.08.2011
7.07.2011
7.06.2011
07.05
They were so entranced with making this world for their queen frog. I just couldn't break it to them that the queen was dead. And I couldn't look either.
07.04
I asked him if this was the worst day of his life. He said it was the best. And that nearly every day was the best day of his life. How quickly he changes his tune.
07.02
So many things went other than planned. I got a bit flustered but I didn't cry. That was one of my biggest triumphs in a while.
6.30.2011
06.30
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.
6.29.2011
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
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