I have a love/hate relationship with summer vacation.
Love not having to rush around... the loss of that panicked feeling of wondering where I am supposed to be, who is supposed to be there, what time is it, who did I forget.... all the time on any given school day.
Hate the lack of structure, the constant, "mom, mom, mom, mom, mom" coming at me from three different directions...constantly.
We don't really do TV in this house...it's like lollipops and soda...a sometimes thing.
What we do... is create...draw...imagine... get our artsy fartsy on.
The girls each have a blank, spiral bound journal from Walmart for about 5 bucks each.
We glued their initials on the front of the books.
It's a place to collect their summer.
It's a project that will only end when the pages are full or school starts next fall...
which ever happens first.
So far it's gone a little something like this:
(mom is starting to go nuts, big girls need something productive to do)
"hey girls, let's do a page in your summer journals"
"but what do we do maaaaam?"
"show me summer...what did you do that was summer today?"
"I went to swimming lessons today."
(so she draws a picture of her swimming suit with her in it, asks mom how to spell the words, we get a little school practice in...all sneaky like)
"We had s'mores last night but I don't know how to draw that mamma"
"Okay, let's build one out of fabric"
(so they cut pieces of fabric and construction paper and glue it to their page)
Most of the time pages are painted or drawn.
Most are done with a simple prompt from mom, on their own.
Ten, five or even one year from now...what a great trip down memory lane these will be.
A peak into their summer year 8 and year 5.
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