Summer is officially here

I can tell by the late nights and the lazy mornings

I can tell by the scent of fresh cut grass and sunscreen.

I can tell every time I kiss my kids on the head and the salt sticks to my lips.

I can tell by the level of stickiness on my kitchen floor.

Thanks to otter pops, my floor can now double as a fly trap.

I can tell by the constant smell of wet dog in my house. Thing is, I don't have a dog- it's my kids that stink.

I can tell by my farmer tan. You would be jealous.

I can tell by my power bill.

I can tell by how quiet my house has become (my kids now call the outside their home).

You would think that my house would stay clean, but it's quite the opposite...

I'm on summer vacation too.

Just a slight wardrobe malfunction.

Kaleb, helping a girl out.

Look who's standing. No steps yet, though.

We don't have a lot planned on our summer to-do list,

which I'm completely okay with.

I like to keep my schedule W I D E open to leave plenty of room for spontaneity.

Well, that and the fact that I struggle with commitment.

(But this isn't about me- it's about summer.)

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