So long, sweet summer.

I love summertime. The days are full of fun, with nothing that has to be done. Well, except swimming. That is the solitary rule of summer - WE HAVE TO SWIM.

Summer is the best because...

Cousins become like siblings.

The beach becomes the playground.

A night swim replaces bath time.

We eat ice cream nearly every week.

Your only chore is to wash your bike. And maybe, your babies.

Story time is under a tent. Even if it's just a sheet tent.

The most worn article of your wardrobe is a first place tie between swim trunks & life vests. Which obviously means, you've spent a ton of time at the lake.

Summer is the best because..

..you can stay in jammies until noon. At any given moment you can plop down for a nice afternoon nap on the couch.

Or you might just be jumping off a cliff. See, summer is that awesome.

..the smell of sunscreen babies fills the air...there is no greater smell then BABY mixed with SUNSCREEN.

..there are no backpacks or lunchboxes to be packed. Just movies to be watched and brothers to be snuggled.

..ice-pops become a food group, along with sno-cones, and other iced cocktail and beverage delicacies.

..sunshine is intoxicating

..SANGRIA. SERIOUSLY.

We love summer so much in this house. The late nights, the lazy days, the busy days, the swimming and splashing, the sunscreen-ing, the skipped baths, the lax schedules and lack of routine. So sadly we say...so long summer. We will excitingly anticipate your arrival next year.

Summer is the best because, I SAID SO.

So long, summer. Thanks for all the memories you helped us make. You were really sweet.

Dearest August.

Dear August,

I don't really know how to say this, but this isn't really working out. At all. The heat, the humidity, the pool's being warm and not refreshing. It's not you - it's me. It's all of us. We are exhausted. Summer's been a total blast. But this is us waving our white flag. Summer, we surrender. We quit. We are so done. So over it. Don't take it personally, we'll call you next February when it's raining and cold and we are ready for some HEAT. But for now we're breaking up. Totally admitting defeat. We're exhausted and again DONE.


Love,

Your flakey summer faithfuls.

what we've been up to.

Oh summertime, keeping me super busy so I can't blog about my life, who do you think you are?! I mean seriously. Okay okay, so we've been on the go a lot of June and here it is at the end of July and I feel like I have no idea of what the heck we've been doing all summer. Here's a mini summer recap in pictures.

Beach trips.

S'mores. Lots of gooey delicious s'mores. Because what is summer without some melted chocolate collaborating with some warm marshmallows all bundled together between Graham crackers? Well, it's not summer that's for sure.

Max has been up to cake smashing. Toy stealing. Attempting to run. Out-eating his brother. Being ONE.

Vancouver. Sans children.

Dance parties. On the daily. In the car, the living room, the kitchen. You know everywhere, anywhere. Mason requests them, I oblige. Max even claps to cheer us along.

Playdates. Playdates GALORE. Which ultimately means lots of running around chasing multiple small children, mommy's wishing it was happy hour (sometimes it's AT happy hour, classy I know), sandy hair, sweaty kids, lots of snacks, lathering of sunscreen, but HAPPY kids. Mason is a total friend lover. I sometimes regret even agreeing to a playdate because the minute it's time to go - full on meltdown. We're working on that.

GOGGLES. Goggles are fun. Unless your one. Maximo won't even let me get close to him with them. I think I traumatized him with his pirate patch for his birthday invites.
4th of July. Fireworks. Parades. Big hit in Mason's book.

Swimming. Sunshine. Sno-cones.


Going to bed late (too late) and attempting to sleep in (Max often misses his MEMO).
WE LOVE SUMMER SO MUCH.

But I think I've mentioned that close to four hundred times in the past few months. How's that for catching up the blog on my whole summer (thus far) in one post...one super long, picture overloaded post.