All signs point to…
…summer around here. It is official and the kids have been out one week. Their biorhythms have changed and sleeping in is epic this year; let’s just say they are sleeping like they’re being paid to do it. Here is the evidence of summer all around me:
This one….excited as all get-out to be done with elementary school and moving onto middle school. Don’t even get me started on his brother who is excited to be done with middle school and moving onto high school. I’d give you a picture of his big-ness too but he is gone on a camping trip (another sign that summer is upon us) and I don’t have a good, recent picture of him (don’t judge).
Sleepovers on Thursday nights. Definitely summer. ‘Nuf said.
The pantry bulletin board no longer holds school lunch menus and a bag full of box tops. It has the summer chore chart complete with a contract drawn up by Dad to ensure everyone knows EXACTLY what the deal is.
Poster ala Meg. I usually do a calendar for the summer with all kinds of things we want to do for the summer. I, like Meg, have found that summer goes much more smoothly when we’re intentional with some of our time each day. Because my work is appointment-based and changes every 24 hours, I can’t plan too much in advance. I thought Meg’s idea of a checklist would be great so it hangs on our laundry room door (2 things are already checked).
And finally an itchy bottom. I know. Niiiice. But poor Kodiak is allergic to flea bites. It doesn’t matter how good a flea treatment is, a dog is going to be bit and in his poor little pathetic case that bite turns into an allergic reaction and he can’t stop biting hit butt. Waking up to the nibbling is common this time of year…a telltale sign that summer has arrived.
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