Back to business. And by business I mean rambling on about nothing.
I haven't yet met a Colorado season I don't love. Fall was gorgeous, as fall tends to be in anyplace with trees and temperature changes. Winter was about 100x milder than any midwestern summer I ever soldiered through (likesuchas, in Grand Forks, ND where my eyelids would freeze together while I walked to class and where sometimes my car doors froze shut). And snow in the mountains? Wow. Spring was, you know, really springy. Green. Chirpy birds. The usual. Then. Summer. God bless summer. Particularly with summer preschool for the boy child a few days a week because otherwise I think I'd be singing a different tune altogether and I think it would go something like "OMG IS SUMMER OVER YET, SOMEONE, SEND BOOOOOOOZE!" Nothing personal, kid. Well, except how you personally get up at 6am and creep down the hall and into my room and up to the side of my bed until we're eye to eye, and then you wake me up with a creepy whisper saying "where we going today? I'm bored." I do have to say, the old mommy guilt flared up over sending a boy off to school two days a week when I'm a SAHM and should be cherishing every moment with my kids at home (uh?) and while so many of his pals were enjoying a school-free summer .... but you tell me if he looks bothered by this summer school going thing?
Other than the so-called "school", we're basically just doing a lot of the backyard. Slathering up in SPF2000 twice a day. Lounging around in our cat swimsuits. (Okay, that's just MG. I have no cat swimsuit. Or any swimsuit I'd post a photo of myself wearing because I'm pretty sure my c-section scars WOULD be an overshare and yall would be like "OMG GET OFF MY INTERNETS FOREVER!")
|*but let's face it, she's as tall as any 4 year old I know.|
*and nobody even asked, anyway