Did you just think of Gilmore Girls when you read the post title? You probably did, right? Ugh, that episode. I just kept wanting to shake Rory. Up until that point in the whole series, I tended to like Rory the most and wonder if Lorelei was the worst. After that episode, I was like, “Rory, you’re the worst.”
Anyway, how’s your summer been so far? Lazy? Crazy? Hazy? It’s been all three here!
We’ve all been waking late (well, not P who, unfairly, still has to work) and playing hard and going to the pool and taking naps and reading books and thinking of ways to celebrate summer.
It’s been the kind of life that I vaguely and distantly remember from my own youth, and one I’m happy to pass onto my children. As I’ve said to P over the last few weeks, “Summer is always summer, but when one has a kid in grade school, it really feels like summer.” I’ve never noticed how structured school had made us until we broke out of its routine.
I always feel like I should be crafting but I’m not because I’m either trying to be super focused on my children or I’m winding down from being super focused on my children.
I continue to read articles about how quickly children grow and then can’t resist my babies when they ask me to read them more books or play with them more.
Also, N has reached that weird but glorious age where I can crash on the couch for half an hour while he safely cuddles up next to me with Minecraft or a sticker book.
My daughter continues to find new ways to confound me. Her love of Brussels sprouts and salmon leave me bewildered. Her speech is highly developed, she knows and reads off letters and numbers to me all the time, and she makes leaps of logic I never expect from her. She argues with N and I all the time, but in a way that is rational for her age. For instance, hearing me tease N about a new toy he just received, she latched onto me saying, “I think it’s my toy, N!” She immediately dove for it and hugged it to herself. When N tried to grab it back, she started screaming mightily, “MINE!” He rightfully argued that it was his and he had just received it. She looked at me hopefully and said, “Mommy’s?” She knows that I tend to give her what she wants and she had hoped that by conferring ownership of the toy to me, she could play with it. Now, I have to be extra careful when I tease her brother!
N is quickly gaining his normal toasted marshmallow tan that he gets regardless of incredibly high levels of SPF. He tans and tans and tans and becomes more of a all-over golden shade every day. Belly is turning pinker and pinker. In fact, we held off on the pool yesterday because I’ve noticed her pinkness is getting a bit too pink. N finds this annoying as his friends are all at the local swim club jumping as quickly as possible into the pool. Does anyone have recommendations for a teensy girl who turns pink after half an hour in the sun while wearing SPF 50? I don’t want to put her into long sleeved swimsuits, but maybe I need to?
I know all of the blogs and social media is all, “I can’t believe we’re half done this year” but I’m not that way. I love autumn and the rush towards it only thrills me. I will say, though, that this summer has been so old-school summery to me that I’m loving it more than I used to. I think what I’m really thinking is “How can this summer be a third over already?!” September, I love you, you know it, but let’s just drift lazily along now, okay?
Readers, I do have more crafting stuff coming. Believe it or not, I picked up sewing on N’s old abandoned pajamas and I’m almost to the two of my socks and I’m cross-stitching. I’m just taking my time on it all!