Summer has begun. It kinda happens that way. One minute it’s not, and I’m struggling to force myself out of bed each morning, and then BAM. OREGON HEAT WAVE. Must be summer. It’s July 1st after all… magic. [HAPPY CANADA DAY!] The kids, on the other hand, have been counting down the seconds. We all felt it coming but they had been salivating long before I realized that we had just weeks left.
My littlest nerdling has probably had the largest adjustment out of all of them. While Olivia and Duncan are veterans at this whole school’s-out-for-summer thing, Rachael is just starting – but she was only half day kindergarten for the majority of the year. Really, it’s not THAT big of an adjustment. She clearly doesn’t understand the fact that school is out for an extended period of time, every Sunday, “School night, mom?” But Charlotte was just getting used to the idea that the world revolved around her 8-12, every “schooday’. No siblings, no competition! Instead, we all get to listen to the consistent chorus of the oldest two bickering. ALL. DAY. LONG.
Nothing exciting going on in our summer thus far. Mostly just the typical “I’m bored” and “I hate chores”. We’ve had a few appointments, most of them have been mine. Like this morning, I had physical therapy and my Child Labor for Can of Rootbeer agreement with Olivia worked great. Babysitting for Rootbeer, who knew?! Win win, I get a quiet appointment where they scrape, claw, and dig into my arm and hand muscles (my therapist – not my kids, they’re not there, remember?) and they get to stay home, ignore their chores, and fight without me yelling at them to stop! Sounds painful, but hurts so good. (I guess for the kids too!) Granted today’s appointment was filled with my phone vibrating as they tried to text and call their tattling instead of just screaming it down the stairwell. #facepalm
While I was gone, the painters came to start work on our house. Well, not paint yet, just washing everything down. I’m excited to see some color change. Yet, also TERRIFIED. It’s scary, this is a big canvas, people. It’ll be bye bye brown for this casa, and hello gray! (Still terrified.)
That little yet, not so little… sniffle pink and blonde blob is Charlie yelling “MOM, WHY YOU AFFER DA STREET?!” from the front step. (For those that don’t speak three-year-old-er that’s “Mom, why are you across the street?”) Can you believe that little peanut is almost 3-1/2? Rachael wasn’t even that old when we moved into this house! Crazy. Between the tree in the front and the height of this girl’s vocabulary… it’s just crazy how fast time passes.
Summer bucket list will pop up tomorrow – stay tuned.