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Sunday, June 19, 2016

The First Few Breaths of Summer


I can remember counting down the minutes for summer vacation as a kid and just about hour into it proclaiming to my mom that I was “bored”.  That used to just about kill her, she would eventually get so sick of hearing us say it that she would threaten to give us chores to do so we wouldn’t be “bored” anymore; we would inevitably find something to do in order to avoid that sentence.  And so I would like to pat myself on the back because one week into my summer vacation and I have not been bored a single minute.  In fact, I’m a little tired.  But I’ll take busy, chaotic days with my girl and the people I love over just about anything else. 

We started the week off with a day in the park with one of our littlest buddies where Kennedy did her best to lure Zoe to climb things with her but settled for being able to push her on the swings.  I love to be around these kiddos but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my heart call out of Jack when I watch her learning to walk and smile those big, beautiful one-year-old smiles. 



Sean left for the annual golf/fishing/man trip that the men in my family take in honor of my grandpa early Thursday morning and so that began a girl’s weekend for Kennedy and me.  It also was her last day of her first year of preschool-and that just about killed me.  As I dropped her off and she hopped out of the car in the drop-off lane and waved and said over her shoulder, “have a good day, Mama,” it dawned on me how fast this year flew and how fast the rest are going to go; so I did what any mother in her right mind does:  I had a good cry as I pulled out of the parking lot and then I called my mom. 

First day of Preschool

Last day of Preschool


After I picked her up my sister and I drove the kids up to Lake George to the Great Escape amusement park for the day.  My sister and I took turns riding with Mason who is still too little to ride the kiddie rides alone, each of us taking one for the team with the nausea in the heat.  I hit a low point as an adult when they wanted to go on this hot-air balloon ride that spun around pretty good because when Kennedy and Cooper got on and got themselves settled in the seat of their choosing I decided to pull rank and proclaim that I needed that seat with Mason so “he didn’t get sick moving backwards.”  They begrudgingly switched and we all got settled in just in time for the ride to start…moving in the opposite direction that I thought it would so that Mason and I were the one riding backwards to which he yelled, “this is fun!” and Auntie Tri held the vomit down as best she could. I lied to children to get my way and Karma took over.  It was a long but fun day that ended with my little lady curling up next to me in bed-something she had been looking forward to doing since we told her Daddy was going away (our bed is a strict no toddlers-unless-your-sick-zone).





Friday was an errands day that we managed to squeeze manicures into.



Yesterday we made our way to the country with my mom where my sister lives and into the local strawberry patch. I seemed to keep finding all of the strawberries that must have had a "little extra genetic material" and maybe its that I look for them subconsciously or maybe it's my little guy's way of reminding me he is with me wherever I go.  We picked, no exaggeration, ten pounds, and headed back to my sister’s for a dip in the pool and to make some homemade jam.  I ate all of that up (seriously, I’m still sticky I think after washing my hands at least a dozen times and showering that night).  I have decided that, like Olivia Pope, I may just live out my days making jam.


















Kennedy and I woke up early this morning to clean the house and make some Father’s Day paintings for her grandpa’s, a few guys that make her one lucky little granddaughter, and waited for our favorite guy to come home.  I asked her what she loves about her daddy while she was swinging and quickly switched my phone into video mode and the results were priceless.  She loves when he kisses her, and tickles her, and scares her, and beeps his horn at her.  It’s funny because all of the small things that probably come through so effortlessly are the things she loves about him.  And I know what she means because those are the same kinds of things I love about him too and they are the same kinds of things I love about my own dad too.



 So after a week of enjoyable chaos we will wind down and celebrate the daddies in our lives we loves so much and I will continue to to my best to make sure none of use are "bored" this summer.




Oh and I have traffic court tomorrow- which my own daddy will be driving me to.  Oh to be a father…


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