Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Just say yes


The thing I love about summer is that it gives me the freedom to say yes. Yes to staying up past bedtime to watch a movie. Yes to stopping for ice cream. Yes to staying in pajamas all day. Yes to hanging out with friends on a weeknight. Yes to late night swimming. Yes to a donut run for breakfast. Yes to reading an extra book at bedtime. Yes to building forts. Yes to cold cereal for dinner. And tonight it was yes to an epic water fight. Our home teachers are the best and never forget a birthday. They brought by some water balloons for Ryder's birthday as we were just finishing up family home evening and getting ready for bed. I had so much packing to do before we headed out the next morning so I was hesitant when he asked if he could fill up "just a few". Of course just a few is never just a few. Before long it evolved to include the hose and buckets and moved from the back yard to the cul de sac and before long Jason was using the neighbor's hoses to fill up buckets. Oh man, it was epic. We ended the night with swimming under the stars and all agreed it was the best family night ever. 


















Thursday, June 22, 2017

Six


I love this wild little firecracker of mine. I can't help but smile as I look at that cute little face while I'm typing this. He is the perfect balance of naughty and nice that every boy should be made of. He jumps on the couch, loves to show his brothers his naked bum, sneaks fruit snacks before dinner, rides his skateboard in the house and loves to watch youtube videos about fart jokes. But not a day goes by that he doesn't tell me I'm beautiful. He also has a special treasure drawer that he lets his friends rummage through and pick treasures to take home. The broken leg of a toy robot, a hot wheels car missing it's wheels, a rock he found hiking, a glow in the dark bracelet, an alien keychain, a used glitter glue pen, an empty bubble tape container....everything near and dear to his 6 year old heart. Thankfully he has not outgrown morning snuggles and back tickles are at the top of his list of favorites. He eats a steady diet of toast, jelly sandwiches and frosted mini wheats. It is a battle scene at the dinner table every single night. The bishop commented once that he walks into church like he owns the place, and that is how he is wherever he goes. He has this swagger to him, and that's not just me trying to use hipster slang, there really is no other way to describe his confident strut. He hangs with the 10 year olds on the playground, he is sweet as pie to his little three year old cousin, he has proposed to at least 3 girls in his kindergarten class, he melts the hearts of his teacher and the checkout lady at Frys.  He facetime's Kylie's friends, organizes games of tag at the McDonald's playland and is the first to knock the doors of every neighborhood kid to come out and ride bikes. Every quarterly report card had comments from his teacher that "he is well liked by his peers" and "he is a natural leader". And it's true. He has a gift when it comes to people and that will serve him well as he gets older. He loves the Magic Treehouse books, still thinks band-aids can cure anything, drinks approximately 10 "milk cups" a day, prefers baths over showers, hobbykidstv is his idol and he secretly wishes he had his own youtube channel. He doesn't like cake. He has the cutest sprinkle of freckles across his nose. He still sleeps with his blankey and carries it everywhere at home. His favorite part of the day is when dad comes home and swims with him. He wants to play hide and go seek in the dark for every family home evening activity. Nothing tops a Happy Meal. He is a true mama's boy through and through, he comes across as tough and confident but melts into a pile on my lap the minute he feels shy or insecure. I'm glad I'll always be that soft place for him to land. So his birthday was a nonstop party, donuts for breakfast, a trip to FINALLY get real fidget spinners, Chuck E Cheese for dinner, milkshakes at Joes' farm grill, picking out toys to spend his birthday money on, swimming, and Monster Trucks on the projector while snuggled up in my bed. He went to bed happy, content and one day older. Happy birthday my cheeky monkey.






















Camping at the lake

Summer officially starts with our annual camping trip at the lake (that and when I no longer have to spend the evenings packing 5 different lunches- one turkey provolone on a sub, one chunky pb&j, one creamy pb&j, one turkey cheddar on sliced bread with the crust cut off, and one plain jelly cut into fourths-sheesh). I love the memories we make on the lake, but the camping trip always adds a little extra somethin' somethin'. It's so much work packing everything and hauling it in the boat to the campsite, but there's something special about watching the sun set as the water turns to glass and the roar of boat engines has quieted, the glow of the fire, sticky hands from smore's, tents illuminated with lanterns, slipping comfy pajamas over windblown hair and tan lines, sleeping under the stars with the waves gently rolling on the shore then waking up to get the first run of the day as the sun comes up. Only this time the silent night air kept getting interrupted with shouting matches over pillows, missing shirts and who had the unfortunate fate of sleeping in the small crevis between the air mattresses. We also missed out on the first run of the day. We camped on the beach instead of the dock and were aware that the water level drops at night when they release water from the dam, we just didn't know how much it would go down. The boat was completely stuck on shore. We rocked and pushed that boat until our hands were raw. And then we sat and ate powdered donuts and capri suns watching everyone else enjoy their first run of the day. Eventually an hour and a few prayers later a wave came by and the water level rose just enough to get it back in the water. And we were off for another day on the lake with some friends we had invited. Unfortunately Kylie had dance friday evening and saturday morning so she stayed the night with friends. I got a text at 2 am asking if she could dye her hair, so I'm pretty confident she more fun than she did sleep.