Here we are, last weekend of summer vacation.
The kids are excited to start Kindergarten and 3rd grade. I’m excited for them. It’s just that the Kindergarten milestone is a doozy on a mama. Especially since his “firsts” are my “lasts.”
I don’t even want to think ahead to when my daughter goes to middle school. No sirree.
We spent most of July in Oregon learning how to drive a tractor…
….and teaching Grandpa that you really can jump from hay bale to hay bale.
Whether or not he thinks you should is a different matter.
Those hay bales did conveniently disappear one day…
My husband says hiking in Georgia in August when the temperature is 90 degrees and the humidity is 1,000,000% builds character.
Sometimes we did all of these things at the same time. Living it up, I tell you!
(Someone asked me about the kids’ pedal cars, here’s the pedal kart link.)
I asked the kids a purely selfish question today as we were driving to the library. “Did you have a good summer?” No hesitation on their part. “Best summer ever!”
Mom guilt can always creep in – even when it shouldn’t. Did we do enough? Make enough memories? Maximize our time together?
Thank goodness I can skip over the mom guilt and put my energy to better use – like trying to figure out how to freeze time.
I’m pretty sure this 5-year-old is going to bring fanny packs back!
How good you sleep at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
I just forgot to mention to the kids that this particular ocean would be oh, so cold.
If you need me, I’ll be the mom at the bus stop with the ugly cry on the first day of school.
P.S. Thanks to the hubby for taking some of these pictures. I swear I’ll get your cute face on the blog soon. 🙂