"And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling."
Summer vacation started a few weeks ago. Our structured days have transformed into a more relaxed rhythm--lots and lots of parks and picnics and playing in the mud and sandbox and ending the day as filthy as you can possibly get from sun rise to sun down. With these free days also comes lots of squabbling and a frustrated mother trying desperately not to hunt down a summer school that will take my two rambunctious rugrats.
Keeping them busy is key. We're balancing the wild and dirty physical activity with the calm and semi-less-dirty home projects. We're halfway through reading Charlotte's Web, which makes up a great percentage of our quieter moments. The boys sit at the table cutting, painting, taping, stamping, playing with playdoh and legos, whatever will keep them busy, while I read about how radiant and humble Wilbur is, as declared in Charlotte's web.
But mostly...I struggle to keep my crazy boys clothed and clean and contained. Summers may be a time to slow down in theory, but I'm witnessing first hand that my kids really only have one speed: hyperactive. Oh, summer, how we've dreamed of you for months. Please don't fly by too quickly, but also consider the sanity of stay-at-home-moms everywhere!
Last weekend we got out on the river for the first time this season. It was a quick visit on a sandbar, a boat ride to a river-side restaurant, where we dined with my in-laws, and then back home again. But oh was the first trip everything we've been daydreaming about since those long winter months trapped indoors. Here's to many, many more river days to come this summer.