Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The perfect summer, otherwise known as the magical years between swim diapers and string bikinis.
We have given Little J the freedom to wash his own feet. And apparently, he finds it acceptable to do this in the sink (vs. the TUB). I'm not really sure if childhood is about learning to make more logical choices, or if parenting is about embracing less conventional ways of doing things. Somehow, I think we are meant to meet in the middle.
My bathroom is a perfect metaphor for my summer; freaking dirty, and caked with toothpaste, but functional. Having fun over these next few months means NOT CARING about a mess that can be rectified with a wet wipe in five minutes.
I am LOVING my summer with my kids--and I say this TRULY, and not from a feeling of martyrdom. I am so thankful that (aside from swim practice), we have NOTHING on our schedule at the moment. And I have all these meaningful insights and perspectives, but the chickens aren't in bed until 9:00 these days, and by then I am TOO TIRED to put together a coherent sentence...and so my deep thoughts will have to wait until tomorrow.
I hope you all are enjoying your summer--and if you are vigilantly keeping a toddler from drowning, or cleaning popsicle juice off your ceiling, just know that the good stuff awaits you.