Summer is over? What did we do? I forget.

I haven't posted since January. I keep thinking I need to, but I have no time. But, if I don't post I will forget. I forget everything. I was forgetful before, but this new forgetfulness is different. It is expansive and sometimes scary. There are empty months and years... empty summers, empty road trips, empty relationships. Seriously, there are whole relationships that I remember almost nothing about. There are long trips taken years ago that should have vivid and funny stories associated with them and the fun things we brought home from them, but I remember almost nothing. The evidence is in a few photographs and some bits and pieces of the journey, but not much more. 

I need to start using this as a place to share what I do remember when it happens or shortly thereafter. I learned the hard way how precious my own stories were and grieve for the lost journals every day. I need my kids to know what their childhood was like. I want them to remember it all. Some will be awesome, some will be terrible. We're experiencing a lot of both right now. But, mostly it will be an accounting... as much as I can as often as I can. 

This much I know about our summer...

FRECKLES! FRECKLES! FRECKLES! Snowcones!!

 Graduation induced yawns...
So, we had a killer after party at Nan's house. He looks like a mini frat boy.
This one was honored with an award that was equivalent of being the teachers absolute favorite pet ever...
then she turned 12 and my heart broke in to a thousand tiny pieces.
The mountains burned (see the giant flames behind the crazy kids) while we competed in the annual family olympics.
Jellybean consistently had the cutest haircut of the summer. 



Then these hooligans came back from china and we had the most fun of all fun that has ever been had with them  before they went back to the land of smog and street poopers.
We DID NOT spend enough time at the pool. But, the time we did spend was awesome and filled with best friends and diving board shenanigans.
Our week in San Diego was my favorite. Boogie boarding and sandcastles and surfing and  digging for crabs... heaven.
Carlsbad Beach, August 2012
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Everyday Conversations Episode 1

This morning on the way to preschool....

Me: Sam, where's your school bag?

Sam: Mom, school bags are for losers.

Me: Oh, so you're not carrying a bag anymore? Where are you going to put your work?

Sam: Mom, you don't know anything about being cool. I'll fold it and put it in my pockets.

Me: So, I'm not cool?

Sam: Are you kidding me. Don't make me repeat myself.
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This exchange happened in the car. Once the car was parked, my very COOL 4 year old had a meltdown and had to be carried in. Before we walked in the door to his classroom he told me he needed a minute. I put him down and he walked away a few feet and wiped his eyes and then did a little wiggle. Maybe he was shaking it off. Then he turned around, gave me a fist bump and walked in to class like he owned the place. Then he yelled "hey guys, sorry I'm late, I had to chill out a little".


Kids are weird. Period. 




Especially, this one.

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