Despite the gloomy rain that has come and gone (mostly come and stayed) the past few days, I do believe summer’s basically here. It’s here in the scabs that Parker has on his shin and ankle that he likes to pick and pick the moment he wakes up (do your kids pick their scabs?). MINE DO. It’s in the strawberries that we’ve sliced the greens off of, and sometimes the bruises too, eaten by the handful. It’s in the grilled veggies, seasoned with only some season salt and olive oil – perfection! It’s in the summer trips on the books and sunscreen purchased and the pool parties we’ve attended (the only thing better than your own pool is a pool directly across the street owned by good friends of yours who are the most gracious and inviting hosts). It’s in coffee, heavy on the cream, that I’ve enjoyed on the porch most mornings while Parker watches out for chipmunks from the screened windows. It’s in Gracie’s open mouth, an almost constant state of panting, likely because someone passing in or out of the house gave into her begging “fetch with me!” It’s in bathing suits hanging from a hook in the shower drip-drying. It’s in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a side, a small side hopefully, of gritty sand in the teeth. It’s in William’s writing on our dry-erase calendar: LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. It’s in sunshine, late into the evening, with enough time to go out for ice cream after dinner. And then, in the sticky hands and slight chocolate mustaches that follow.
Bring it, summertime!
my kids pick my scabs because they're too delicate to get their own =( haha
bahaha I'm still guilty of picking at scabs. 🙂 I guess it's just another example of old habits dying hard – sometimes I find myself scratching at scabs without even noticing!
and oh man, this post brings all sorts of nostalgia for days when I actually had summer vacation! I've been taking classes, like, non-stop since I started college and I miss the sun-kissed freedom that summer carries.
you need a summer, kaity!
P is such a little man! Your words perfectly sum up summertime. And a neighbor's pool is almost better than your own b/c then you don't have to clean it!! And it's being gloomy here too- June Gloom!
Lovely. It's all just lovely.
Love the picture! So cute.
And oh how I love the Summer!
Ughh… the rain/humidity has stayed here too. In NC it usually skips Spring and goes straight for Summer. It's in the frizz of my afro puff curly hair and the sweat on my entire body… but the misty rain…not a fair trade. Love lil Parker in his picture. Yes, my kids picked their scabs, they eventually grow out of it; well, most of them 😉
i should know this, william still picks his!
humidity hair here too, pidg. 🙂
K, is he wearing big boy underwear? And if so, are you potty training already?!? I've kinda been avoiding it like the plague. Also, your hosta is totally boss. (almost taller than Parker!) All that rain I guess.
big boy underwear, no! that is a little euro short bathing suit! (though i will say, i did buy some and a potty just to "get ready" — you know, over a year earlier than it'll probably happen!!). and yes, those hostas. they're incredible and i do virtually nothing to them!
What a lovely picture you just painted! I must be emotional/hormonal lately because I'm nearly weepy at your beautiful description of family life. Ay yi yi! Thank you for sharing snippets of your days 🙂
i'm nearly weepy a lot of the time – preachin' to the choir, christy! xoxo 🙂