If summer could have a theme song, well then I think this would be mine for the summer of 2010.
Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy.
Ba da, Ba da, Ba da, Ba da…Feelin’ Groovy.
Hello lamp-post,
What cha knowin’?
I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’.
Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in’ doo-doo,
Feelin’ groovy.
I’ve got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.
Last year was a busy one here at the circus… it was my first year as a home schooling mom and I was pregnant on top of that. I struggled with how to balance it all… the house work, the school work, friends… and the place that gave was friends (not that the other 2 were handled perfectly mind you). But, we didn’t spend much time with our friends last year. 
Summer has been so refreshing… like one Countrytime Lemonade commercial after another. We’ve had so many fun get togethers with friends and I have found myself (a devout introvert) refreshed by the times spent together.
With July almost behind us and August waiting eagerly around the corner, I find myself wanting to slow time down and “make the morning last”. How I love snuggling my little guy and watching my big 3 play in the back yard. We’ve got one more month to kick down the cobble stones and feel groovy. Then school returns and with it soccer practice (x2 this year), gymnastics (x2 this year) cub Scouts and Karate classes…. I do believe our theme song for the fall will be something along the lines of “the wheels on the minivan go round and round…”
Until then I must force myself to do all I can to savor and bottle up these care free days.
Can you believe how quickly he is growing? Slow down little man… your moving WAY to FAST!!!
Our third born has literally been on the fast track since birth. I swear she was born holding her head up and eagerly chasing after her older 2 siblings, not wanting to be left out for even a second. She was clearly not meant to be the “baby” of the family.
Most of the time when my kids celebrate a birthday, I find myself reflecting on how quickly time passes and marveling at how could they be so old so fast.
Not so with her.
Scott and I joke that maybe we got her birth date wrong b/c it just feels like she’s been three for months already. Finally the big day arrived. And what better way to celebrate then by having her friends and family join her at the park for a picnic and swimming on the hottest day of the year. We had a heat index of 110! But it didn’t spoil her fun in the least!
Happy Birthday sweet girl! Thank you for bringing so much joy and laughter into our lives.
Math has never been my strong suit (except in 3rd grade, I did awesome with the multiplication tables and was the class champ at around the world, but that was b/c all I had to do was memorize facts and not understand the process)
Anyway, as I was saying… math has never been my gifting… and math at 3 am is certainly not my gifting. So, I calculated the hours again.
Could it really be true?
7 hrs
Yup, I’ve done the math multiple times.
I fed my little guy at 8:15pm and I went to bed at around 10pm. He didn’t cry to be fed until a little after 3am. 8-12 is 4 hrs and 12-3 is 3 hrs…add them together and you get …
7 hrs
Now I can’t yet bank on this happening every night, but I’ve got a feeling that things are going to get a bit easier around here.
While capturing this “precious” Father/Son moment the other day…
my mind instantly flashed back to a similar “bonding” moment between father and son which I captured 6 years ago…
Seems both my boys enjoy sticking their tongues out at dear old Dad!!
This picture cracks me up every time it pops onto our screen saver. Not only do I look incredibly tired and less than thrilled to have my picture taken, but in the background you see Potty= Privacy. What gives, you ask? Why was this dry erase board in your living room for 3 weeks?
Allow me to shed a little light to the back drop of this picture…
Scott took a week off from work after our son was born. After about 2 days at being home, he noticed I got a bit edgy during nursing time. I found myself almost claustrophobic and just begging for space…meanwhile the kids saw nothing wrong with coming over and kissing their baby brother while I was feeding him.
So, one afternoon he brought the dry eraser board up from the school room and sat the kids down. The kids were quite curious and sat down in a row completely quiet waiting to see what he was up to. He then made a rule list with 3 rules for the kids to follow to help Mommy and the new baby.
Rule 1. Potty= privacy
Rule 2. When Mommy is feeding the baby, she needs space. He drew a picture of mommy on one side with a blanket and lil feet sticking out and on the other side you see the three kids (far from nursing Mom) bringing her a drink or diaper.
Rule 3. No rough housing/fighting around the baby. or ever.
I wish I had a picture of the sign. I guess something about having just birthed a baby and adjusting to round the clock feedings, left me a bit off my blogging mojo. I kept meaning to snap a picture, but sadly didn’t get to it before it got horribly smudged and eventually erased.
I loved this sign.
It worked amazingly. I was never walked in on in the bathroom again. That fact alone is truly a miracle in itself.
Every time they crowded me while nursing all I had to do was say, “What’s the rule?” My youngest daughter would chant in a sing songy voice, “Rule Number 2… Give Mommy space when she’s feeding the baby.”
I’ll add the dry erase list as just one more reason my husband totally rocks.
Dear Son,
When you grow up and notice that every time you talk people kinda take a step back from you… its not your fault.
You will have come by these socially awkward close talking tendencies quite naturally.
Blame your older sisters for your lack of personal space. Because they can’t seem to talk to you without their face literally centimeters from yours.
Waking or sleeping, car seat, or bassinet or bouncy seat or swing. It doesn’t matter. Your poor little eyes can barely focus as you see their face come into yours as they tell you hello and how much they love you.
I try to protect you. Honest I do. “But Mom,” they tell me, “we’re just saying Hi…”
They can’t help themselves.
And I am afraid after years of experiencing life like this, you won’t know any better.
And you, dear son, will grow up to be a bit of a close talker.
I’m sorry,
Mom
With July almost behind us and August waiting eagerly around the corner, I find myself wanting to slow time down and “make the morning last”. How I love snuggling my little guy and watching my big 3 play in the back yard. We’ve got one more month to kick down the cobble stones and feel groovy. Then school returns and with it soccer practice (x2 this year), gymnastics (x2 this year) cub Scouts and Karate classes…. I do believe our theme song for the fall will be something along the lines of “the wheels on the minivan go round and round…”
