The end of school

Today is the first day of summer vacation for my kids! Not only does it seem super early, but it also feels like spring. I say that without an iota of complaining. It's lovely! This year for teacher gifts I had the kids make silk screens again and we printed on cloth produce bags. They turned out so nice and the kids and teachers seemed pleased. I have some extra for us and I will be trying out fabric produce bags for the very first time. Seems like a good idea.

Harry's: the ubiquitous rocket ship with the unusual addition of a flower floating next to it. Ava's: 3 little pigs repeated, about to eat a flower.

Have I mentioned that we have 5 little pigs living in our front field right now? Ava swore she wouldn't even look at them for the first 2 hours we owned them, fearing the love she would feel in her tender heart. Then 2 hours was up and off she went into the pen, asking if I thought it a bad idea for her to name them. She answered her own question and does love them and is coming around to the fate of these lovely creatures- at least she doesn't show how completely pissed she is that we would even consider eating them. Her former nursery teacher and friend of mine compares her to Fern. True. Harry, on the other hand, informs any guest that the pigs will be killed, and in no uncertain terms.

Happy summer!

The way childhood looks to me

I don't have a great long term memory.  It is spotty and random and does not make for great storytelling when my kids ask me to regale them with stories of my youth.  They have their Papa for that, luckily.  He remembers every itty bitty thing.  Most of the memories I do have are photo assisted.  Grainy, strangely colored snapshots of days on the beach, in the woods, on my street riding a bike- this is what I remember childhood looking like.  Those photos are colored in the palette of nostalgia for me and I didn't even realize it until I was told about a website called Poladroid  ! After a simple download, I was able to drop in some photos of my kids and their friends and they were instantly growing up in the 1970s. 

Oh, and here is my album cover head shot (joking).  Maybe we can just go in with modern day photo shop and rub out those lines on my aged forehead.