Last Hurrah

I'm not going to sugarcoat it.  I am pretty thrilled that school has started.

I'm sorry.  I'm not Kelle Hampton.  I have been Enjoying the Small Things (her blog name - don't pretend don't know who she is.  She's the hugest mommyblogger ever.  I know at least 1/3 of the people I know read her.  I admit, stalking Enjoying the Small Things is a vice of mine.  What can I say, she makes Florida and Down Syndrome look like the two most beautiful things on God's green earth.) for a while, but I'm ready to enjoy some me-time while my small things are enjoying their studies and their friends.

I want to be a Suck-the-Marrow (a Kelle-phrase) kind of mom like her, and I've tried, but I think we ran out of marrow around the second week of August, and since then we've been faking it.  It's not just me.  The kids are tired of pretending they are loving their free time too.

We did have sort of a last hurrah of summer last week one day, at the local duck pond.

It's kind of fun, watching the ducks divebomb each other for the stale bread.  You'd think they were starving.  I know for a fact people come out here every day, several times a day, to throw bread at the ducks.  As soon as they hear people coming down the path, they all start quacking and paddling over to the walkway.

But these boys have had way too much free time, because this is their favorite way to drive me crazy lately.  It wouldn't be so bad if they understood that it's all fun and games until someone is bleeding.  Just call me the ref.

Welcome to 3rd and 1st grade!