Today Loren and Cassidy started back to school and I began my new job at a new school. We aren’t a household to boast about our coolness with transitions. Although the three of us reported back with good days, the upheaval of ending the easy glide of summer break and jumping back into the order of structure left us all a bit tender. Or bitchy. Or irritable. Or ass-like. Just depending on one’s view of the picture. The gist of it is this: We are all tired, Loren was almost an hour late getting home, Devon was a monster to end all monsters for the evening, Cass got up about four hours too early this morning and we are all missing summer. All I know is that they have gone to bed and I am loving them all the more for it.
In honor of summer memories I have been going through some of my favorite images from our camping trips. Contrary to the hogwash Kelly Lynne likes to spread about out forays into Nature, we actually do venture out where there is no pavement or electricity and the bugs really do bite. It’s hard work dragging all three of my kids out into the wilderness at the same time. Loren obviously prefers to be anywhere other than with us. Cassidy needs to be catered to most every moment. And Devon wants to suck it all in and run rampant like a wild thing through the woods. Good times.
Clockwise from the top: One of the only things to capture Loren’s interest on our latest trip was my mom’s new camera that can take pictures and video underwater. The above shot of him is one of my all time favorites because I can hear him saying, “Holy shit! Look at this, Heather! So fuckin’ cool!” Yes, I will long treasure the excitement of that sentence. I can’t recall what drama lead to me holding Cass but I like to think I am being tender there. I love the shot of Cass as she looks out over the lake. We were getting ready to go out paddling and she could barely wait to get out in the water. She is my little mermaid baby. Going out on the duckie boat fascinated Devon. He kept trolling around the beach demanding ride after ride until we all had numb butts from sitting in the bottom of the boat. Looking at these pictures makes me remember why I love the monsters I call my children.
