Abbey "graduated" from her second year of sewing class. Her lovely teacher has a fashion show with all her students at her home. Abbey modeled the last item she made, a dress that I adore:
Her teacher makes these little tea cookies, and Abbey craved them all year:
Our normal regular everyday days, consist of bike rides, mostly after-dinner bike rides. Riding my bike with a baby on the back is my favorite thing to do in the whole world. What will happen when I can't jam Patrick into this seat anymore? And trust me on this one, he is really stuck in there.
This year we joined the city pool, which is just blocks from our house. The older kids can ride their bikes and go on their own, and Patrick and Andrew love all the action, unlike me who leaves with a sun/noise headache every time. (I'm not complaining...it is a bargain for sure, and we are lucky to have such a nice, convenient, neighborhood pool.)
We went to the strawberry fields and came home with 3 buckets full. I froze a bag for my morning smoothies, but made sure to leave enough for us to stuff ourselves with in the coming days. No fancy desserts, or cute jam jars for me this year. I know my limitations.
And the week after school let out we hit a big amusement park, and it was a long fun day. The kids dragged me on all the roller coasters, even Andrew, who just made the size cut off by one tiny hair on his head, no joke. That kid...he went on ALL of it. Nothing was too scary, tall, fast, upside-downish. He sat with me on the tallest roller coaster, and we were both sort of crying on the way up, but on the way down he was sending out whoops of joy. I wasn't really crying but thinking, "I am way too old for this, really, what am I doing to my poor body?"
Andrew was a good enough sport to come down to Patrick's level for a little while. Patrick was adorable of course, and was crazy about it all. He would sit on these little kid rides, and point at the big coasters, and huge upside down twirly things and say, "Me go on those!"
I had my back re-aligned on this little kid's coaster about a half dozen times. It took me about 4 days till I could properly turn my head, really.
By about 7 in the evening, I called it a day for myself. I begged off any more participation in the fun, and decided I would just stand on the side lines and snap photos of Abbey regretting letting her brother talk her into this crazy ride.
No more 'fun mom' for me. I have to draw the line somewhere, and there it is, straight up in the air.
On to July...
the 4th of course
more bike rides
raspberries, blueberries, blackberries
school supplies before everyone else takes the good stuff...