love me some summer

I spent the night at the hospital with contractions four minutes apart and was home before eight o'clock am.

Summer time has become a how-to-entertain-my-boys-with-as-little-energy-as-possible circus act.
 We play lots of boggle and skippity and candy land  and wii. With lots of hugs and kisses in between.

Despite the 37-weeks pregnant discomfort, we are still finding time to enjoy Seven Peaks on Saturdays, geocache with dad, visit the park, enjoy the slip-n-slide, and ride our skooters at nine o'clock each night when the sun has calmed.

And sometimes when the energy gets... you know... to high, we pull out the paint and decorate our bodies.

Because even though mom is tired, summer is a time to do crazy things.  Bath tubs filled with shaving cream, popsicles for dinner, and silly faces painted on little boy chests.  Love me some summer.