Last summer I spent each morning sadly counting down the days until I sent Ezra off to the first day of kindergarten. I mourned the passing of time. This summer I've employed a different tactic: Denial! I am in denial that next week I will send Ezra off for the whooooooole day to first grade and Caroline for the afternoons to kindergarten. This tactic would almost have worked, except--these kids are so excited about school that they ask about 50 times a day "NOW how many days until school????" When I ask them if they care that my heart is breaking they say with no feeling "Nope". One day as we drove down the street I muttered "stop, time, stop!" and Caroline from the back hollered "go, time, go!" The age old argument between mother and child.
So, as I try to slow time and they try to speed it along we've enjoyed a few summer activities...
I've been wanting to write down a few of the words coming out of mouths around these parts. But, of course, I negelect to write things down when I should.
A few I can remember are:
When we are driving down the freeway Ezra always wants me to get into the "kiddie pool lane" to go faster.
When we are at swimming lessons Nora wants a chance to play in the "kitty cat pool".
We eat a lot of "squash and bikini" from the neighbor's and my parents' garden.
On beans and rice night sometimes Nora wants to add "whackamole-ee" to her burrito.
And that's all I can remember at the moment.
Now--off to see what I can do about stopping time some more.