Embracing Life

Nothing says summer like hearing the tinkly music of the 'ding-ding' man driving down the street.   When I was younger, on those hot days when we were at my grandma and grandpa's house,  my sister and I would run down the sidewalk to his truck.   We'd each get an orange push-up, sit on the front steps,  and happily eat our summer treat. Now it's my turn to make summer memories with my kids: They loved hearing me talk about being a little girl, and asked to hear the story twice.

as night unfolds the city sleeps yet wander does her mind quietly the sadness creeps and thoughts abound unkind whispering their tainted words the dreams do suffocate wondering aloud why me? she cries herself to sleep

The thing about summer is that rules tend to fall by the wayside. Well, at least I'm trying to let them fall. Just a little. Keith had an impromptu doc appointment for his back come up a couple weeks ago. Connor had already asked if he could stay at Nana's for dinner.  My mom invited the rest of us to come as well. We never do this. Mainly because when you throw the twins out of their routine most of the time, all hell breaks loose. We try to be strict about bedtime and staying at home on nights when they have school /daycare the next day since they have to get up so early to go (5:45 a.m.!) But since Keith wouldn't be home for dinner anyway, I said ok. And I'm so glad I did. The kids had an absolute blast. We had planned on leaving after dessert (popsicles - again, something we don't normally do on school nights), but my uncle showed up with a squirt bottle. Chaos ensued as each kid was given a squirt bottle or water gun.  Maybe I should have added "...

What can I say?  Keira takes after her mommy. Thank you Ethan for the beautiful bag all the way from Africa!

You were my first. My little baby boy. July 8, 2006 The first boy, in fact, born in 45 years on my mother's side, which is how you got the nickname "Boy". 2007 You are my light, my sunshine,  my heart and my soul. 2008 2009 2010 2011 July 8, 2012 You will always be my baby boy. I love you, Connor. Our lives are made in these small hours These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate Time falls away but these small hours These small hours still remain Rob Thomas "Little Wonders"