I have friends and family who have been knee deep in their summer-time fun for a month already- but we are just barely starting our adventures.
Warren is celebrating warm weather by stripping his clothes and diaper off every chance he gets. Seriously! This is a real issue around here. He strips down all day! I can't get him to stay clothed, and I find him in his birthday suit every time I turn my back. Sometimes I put him to bed- only to find him happily sleeping in the nude a few hours later. He prefers to eat his meals this way, play with his toys, watch TV....I'm convinced he would be happiest if we went to Target and to Sunday church meetings clothing-free as well...
I have a year or two, at least, to break him of this habit before others find it too disturbing, right?
The school year ended with all the usual excitement of end of the year performances and shows. The kids all did well at their piano recital. Tustin said my Doterra Balance oil blend on his neck totally relaxed him and melted away his nerves. Love it!
For his graduation present we gave him the Old Spice WolfHorn T-shirt. He thinks it is the coolest thing ever. It makes me laugh every time.
Kimball's collage about himself in the graduation film.
I love that he is so open with everyone about his religion and beliefs.
Tustin graduated from Middle School and is off to high school next year. How did that happen? Only four more years until he leaves home for college and then a mission? The time we get with our kids is so short! It's very sad.
After graduation we went to the barbers for our summer haircut. I'm liking it short....
Laura had two dance recitals this year. Her ballet studio performed an Alice in Wonderland Suite. (She was a red rose), and the studio where she takes Irish dance had another recital production. I loved watching the Irish dance. So much fun! I miss doing that.. I guess I should dust off my shoes and Laura and I can annoy the boys around here all summer with some Jigs and reels in the living room.
By the 2 hour mark, every performance seemed to just blur with the next, my rear and legs were asleep, and I could no longer enjoy much of it. I found myself counting the numbers in the printed program over and over again- just hoping that the total number would somehow diminish. They did not.
Sadly- by allowing the performance timing to get so out of control- the directors stole some of the magic away. At the end of a show, parents should be glowing with excitement and proud of what their kids have done. They should be buzzing about the entrance waiting for their adorable little sequin-donned performers to come out, so they can hug them and congratulate them for a spectacular job... At the end of these shows, the parents looked a little rung out and worse for wear! By the last hour, only half the audience was even left! Grandparents and relatives who didn't have to be there anymore had slipped out, anxious to get home to their beds to recover!