Pump Track Love

 My boys loved EVERYTHING about our mountain biking weekend in Vermont.  But more than anything else they LOVED the pump track:)  They will be begging to go back here all year.

OH MY GOD

I'll be honest.  I am crying like a baby right now as I put my oldest on the school bus.  He didn't even look back, so there's that!  Oh my god.

Remickisms

Remick came home from his first day of preschool orientation and said, "Mom, we learned everyone's names, but I forgot all of them except mine!"

Another morning, he came downstairs and said he dreamed we got an "orphan."  (We went to see the musical Annie a few times this summer.)  Then we discussed how it was possible to adopt an "orphan."   All day long he would run out to me in the garden and say, "mom, the orphan will need a place to sleep.  We have to get him a bed!"  "Mom, the orphan will need clothes but we need to know how old he is so we can get the right size."  "Mom, when are we getting the orphan?  Today?"

The Party

 I survived our yearly exhausting whirlwind of birthday fun, that every year I say I'm done doing.  It is hard to argue with how much fun the kids have though.  This year Raph created a very "world" scavenger hunt, and it was pretty great to see the kids working together to find all the "continents."  Still I'm totally exhausted.