Aahhhhh, summer. How I love thee. Long days filled with so much to do and to talk about--
like cousins visiting for a month. Swimming, fireworks, carousels, massive amounts of treats, games, sleepovers, and good times. . . And someone forgets to take pictures, the whole.dang.month.
Except for crappy, crappy cell phone pics.
I hate cell phone pics.
I mean, geez-- this bowling session alone was worthy of a blog post. AND a really long video, it was so hysterical.
Particularly this 5 year old, whose bowling ball took a good 60 seconds to get down to the pins, and she didn't care; she was too busy doing her victory dance to even watch.
These are the days. And I have nothing to show for it but these grainy, pasty pictures.
And I'd love to go on and on,
like about what my husband is doing to our bedroom wall,
or how I am getting one step closer to my quest to frame in our windows and I'll be finishing this up today,
I have three little naked boys to dress, (What??? It's only 11:00 am)
and to take to the pool.
I've got one almost-one-year-old to follow around with my camera
'cause that's what I do to cope with her not-so-baby-ness. It's part of my mental situation.
(don't cry don't cry don't cry)
Got a stack of books to read,
and I've just been informed that a certain 2 year old just used my dish brush to scrub out the toilet.
(please remind me to buy a new one, thankyouverymuch).
But that's summer for ya.