Besides the fact that this summer of constant on the go status with my children is making me dog tired by 9pm each night, I have laundry stacked up 6 feet tall, and I just now got to mopping the kitchen floors this morning after a hiatus from cleaning the kitchen floors that set a new personal record, I am pausing to laugh hysterically at how much fun the girls are having now that summer is here. I'm tired...but man they are living large in the sun.
No, I'm not telling you how long that personal best was on the kitchen grime situation...but really you would have been as disgusted as I was. The break in the stretch was only set into motion as I saw the dog happily licking her breakfast of caked on applesauce off a kitchen chair. All I'm saying is she licked long enough to work her way through applesauce and then hit oatmeal. Old oatmeal.
We took the girls this past weekend to a neighboring town's freedom festival complete with candy parade. Ava named it the candy parade a few years ago when she realized that truly the only thing remotely interesting about the parade is the fact that participants in the parade toss copious amounts of candy to small children lining the street and doing the best to look forlorn after their evil rice cake carrying parents won't let them have any candy at home. Toss a girl a tootsie roll...PuhLEASE! Ava is famous in our circle of friends for throwing an elbow a few years ago on some unsuspecting three year old to get that one last Bit-O-Honey off the ground. She ALWAYS comes home with the biggest and baddest bag O' candy. Let no challenger step forth. Here she is on her scooter with bag of sweet loot slung over arm 10 minutes after the parade ended. Notice the aire of seriousness, and the 16th gobstopper giving her yet another cavity. You saw it here first.
A note about this town's freedom parade...the adults have resorted to placing bets on number of cheerleading squads not related school bands. I'm happy to report we came in a little under last year's record breaking 17 squads all cheering their little hearts out. And as a bonus, girls were less scantily clad this year in an amazing twist of events. And who said America is moving away from conservatism? An alarming number of little girls in skimpy bras and bare midriffs were spotted last year. Thank goodness the fashion police intervened for 2008. On a sad note, there were a few of the under 10 set that were sporting crimson lipstick and blue eyeshadow. Good bye, Jon Benet.
Finally, Livi...she had a ball. Here's the money shot. The child was in perpetual motion for 12 hours that day. Freinds and neighbors were amazed at her ability to scamper, ride a scooter, and skip all within a 2 minute time span. It must have been the tootsie rolls her sister was slipping her on the side. Yes that adorable red, white and blue dress is set off with a pink and yellow floral hat accessory. Don't judge me.