What to do on a rainy day: splash in puddles, eat a meal with friends, jump on the couch, take an extra long bath, play with shaving cream, read lots of books, dance to Bruno Mars, get a little wet, take lots of pictures, work on potty training, laugh, cry, and enjoy the day. Happy Memorial Day.
I’m thankful for the military. Especially my step-father, brother, and father (who all served - My brother is still serving - Love you, Michael).
Drew was focused on the wildlife
Luke, on the map
They both loved the water play section
“I can tell these horses are boys mom. I can see their penis.” - Luke
My witty students…
I heart free fun. And I heart books. And I heart my children in headphones. So basically, I heart the library.
We all scream for…ice cream!
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
(via xawakemysoul)
Who wants to finger paint when you can whole-body paint?
Mess. Drew. The two might be synonymous.
Is almost done.
And I have come a long way. Last Friday, my confusion looked like this:
Today, my chaos is much less (as I have a much better idea of what I’m doing):
Still, I cannot express how excited I am about summer break! And months without testing!
