Today was the first day of school. Besides the fact that my inner worn-out mama is jumping up and down like a kid in a bouncy house, I'm left scratching my head over what happened to the last few months. Other than the speed bumps of vacation, we've been at home, going ninety-to-nothing holding babies,
styling personal pizzas,
and baking a crazy cake all by our little self.
We've been picking flowers,
and picking footwear.
We've been buzzed by a crop duster,
scared delightfully out of our skins once
We've lost teeth
and gained them,
drooling all the way.
We've put up green beans,
and gobs of tomatoes.
We've sneaked off during Daddy's Sunday afternoon nap,
and mobbed him to look up the tractor classifieds.
We've eaten many breakfasts,
and a little bit of ice cream.
We've read voraciously
and slept soundly.
We've been together...
We've had a great summer, no matter the speed of life. On the other hand, if my washing machine could talk, it would slap me.