Coo-Coo

I am sitting here in a summertime funk.  All the extreme ambition I had built up during the school year when I had nearly zero time to tackle big projects,...well, it's gone now...now that I have plenty of free-time.  I've concluded that without structure, I am nothing more than a puddle of pudding.  Mindless, lifeless, and delicious.

I tell you all that to keep you from judging me as I indulge in some much-needed Dorito therapy while I type this. Just in case there is an orange-cheesy residue that you detect smudged on this post, you'll know why.  All the while, as you know, I'm eliminating processed foods from our home.  The irony is not lost on me.

We have however made some lasting memories this summer.  And to boot, I found a way to completely avoid the public pool.  Let me show you:



Look at the children, so happy at Driveway Splash Land USA.
And look at my still-blackened toenail from dropping a bookend on it while putting up the Christmas tree. It's the gift that just keeps on giving.  Christmas in July, if you will.

Here are the kids taking a dive into the deep end.  They've always been so brave and adventurous!

Watch out for that waterfall! 

Time to fill up the pool again.

Easy there, little guy.  The lifeguard will getcha for being rowdy.

And this is the look of a summertime mom.

I call it, Coo-Coo Sunning Herself.

 

Good heavens, send in a rescue team immediately.

I'll wait here.