School's about to begin, and I had such a good summer with you. We went to the pool so often that I put together a pool bag for the first time. I let you pick out your own junky cereals for vacations (Ben: Cocoa Pebbles, Genevieve: Fruit Loops, omigosh). We went camping, creek stomping with friends, swimming in the ocean, and biking around town. We climbed the Statue of Liberty. We got stacks and stacks of library books, especially before a car trip when I wouldn't let you read your new books until we were actually in the car. You learned more chores and proved to be big helps around the house to me. You were interested in the Titanic, woodworking, headstands, making money, gardening, fishing, knitting, and babysitting. Some days you whined and complained about being bored and we all got mad at each other. Some days we stayed home the entire day. I tried hard to answer your questions and enjoy you both. The enjoyment part was easy - you are both delightful - but some of your questions, I can never never never answer, such as what makes a ship unsinkable and who I like best, Barbie or Skipper. You two make my life sweet, and I'll miss you when you're in school even though that means I can make appointments (massage!) without arranging childcare.
|the pool bag|
|junky cereal at the beach cottage|
|the kid-crafted go-cart that broke down a lot|
linking up with Leila's pretty/happy/funny/real - pretty sure all these photos qualify for each adjective