The Lazy Days of Summer Edition
Hey, it’s still Friday.
Felicity’s ballet recital was an absolute delight. She smiled the whole time and was as cool as a cucumber (dressed in red).
Yes, I cried when she came on stage, and no, this photo is not from the actual performance. Are you kidding? I was too busy simultaneously smiling and crying to take photos while she was dancing.
See? Look at this photo of the two of us taken after the recital.
See how blurry it is? That’s so you wouldn’t notice my smudgy eyes.
(Not really. I just said that to cover for the 9-year-old photographer.)
Now that we’ve got the big performance behind us, we can hunker down and enjoy our days.
You know how, right? This is the formula:
A Perfect Summer Afternoon
How to impress your sisters and/or get a bite of their watermelon:
On Thursday we went strawberry picking.
Because I am the mother of multiple children—six, I think, at last count—the preparations for this outing took approximately three hours. Eventually the van was loaded and we were off, whereupon I realized that—contrary to the blurb on Anthony’s onesie—I had failed to grab the memory card for my camera.
As such I would not be blogging this outing.
Here, then, is your proof we did indeed go strawberry picking:
I did that! I really did!
To all of you who have, like, canned before: I had to summon all my courage to even attempt this.
You think I’m kidding but I’m not.
It (my jam) is even edible! As my daughters were spooning it straight from the jar, Angela remarked, “This is just as good as Julia Cook’s!”
And then added helpfully, “She’s a woman who made the best kinds of foods.”
I have no Take 6. Plus it’s getting late and I should go to bed because…
Tomorrow the girls and I are going to see one of my most favorite children’s authors in the whole wide world. (No, it’s not Melissa Wiley.) I hesitate to say anything more about it, lest I blow a tire on the way there or end up embarrassing myself horribly with all my gushing.
Should I give her a jar of strawberry jam?