The end of summer.......

Enjoy the photo of Quinn at Fire camp.

This is always a hard time of year for me. I am not in the "oooooh, let's decorate our fall mantle" camp. I am in the "why can't we have one more month between July and August" camp. I spent the weekend camping with my boys at a local quarry. Spring-fed waters at about 80 degrees, beach bumming, jumping off the cliffsides, campfires and smores, dancing in the evening hours, snuggling in the tent....I want more of that.

First day of school today. It comes so fast. One going into Grade 6 who reminded me that he had to have this kind of that and the right whatsits. The other one going into his Junior year at highschool, whom I had to remind to shave this a.m.

Whoosh.......that's the sound of summer. At least I have some beautiful memories and pictures to last me through till next year :)

Mutha....

I'm always conflicted about Mother's Day. I think that is true for anyone who comes from a "broken home". Mainly because your responsibility to acknowledge a vast cast of Moms doubles in size overnight.

So, as usual, I'll be calling my stepmom, wishing I could talk to my Gram, making the rounds to my Mother's place and feeling guilty about again not making any effort to reach my paternal Grandmother.....who really is a troll, so the guilt is incredibly short-lived.

Mother's Day for me usually is a breakfast, followed by strange homemade presents (or rocks). All of which are precious, of course, and oooooh'ed and aaaaah'd over appropriately. Greg carves out some time for me to get a bit of time to myself. Which in Mom-time is about 2 hours but feels like 12 minutes ;)

This year my Mother is living in the same town, so I'll have her here to dote on a bit. Which is nice but a little different than just trying to remember to send flowers. The pic above is my Mother and all 4 of her grandkiddies. I've blown it up and will frame it for her for the BIG day. I'm sure she'll adore it. Cause that's what we do.....us Moms.