Summer

We spend a lot of time in the car.

We go to the art museum, the Ecotarium, Broad Meadow Brook Conservation Center, and the splash pad. We have family passes for all three.

We turn off the air conditioner and roll down the windows and sing along to The Wiggles CD at the top of our lungs. Sometimes it might be A Duck In New York City by Connie Kaldor, or a CD from the library, but mostly it's The Wiggles.

We walk quickly through the art museum, the girls stopping for an extra minute in front of their favorite paintings. We meet animals at the Ecotarium and hike at Broad Meadow Brook.

We go to the splash pad and the girls shriek as the water pours down on them. The Tadpole peers down at a small fountain when the water stops for a moment, then it suddenly comes shooting out again and sprays him in the face. I cringe and tense, waiting for his cry, but he just blinks and laughs.

Then we come home, tidy the house and harvest fresh vegetables from the garden for dinner. We sit outside on our deck, laughing and talking and I am amazed at least once a night by something my kids says to me. They are so insightful sometimes!

Before we know it, it's bedtime and as I tuck the girls in The Guppy asks Can we do this again tomorrow?

Absolutely.

Summer