I feel like being due at the end of July makes summer feel like it is cut in half. I mean, it is- for the best reason. Still, I get a little anxious. I wanted to make sure that this summer was soaked up in every way (to the best of my waddling abilities).
So when my parents came down to visit for the fourth of July, I was in heaven. We watched fireworks from my apartment lawn. We watched a small town parade, ate burgers and fruit, swam at the Pineview Reservoir. My family went on a day hike while Georgia and I went swimming with friends. Scott rode his new bike to and from work. There were typical Sylvester-things like trips to Costco and watching a movie while everyone else fell asleep. There was a 35% successful trip to the Pioneer museum (tired baby) and more burgers.
I feel like Ruthie can come now. I want her to come and enjoy the summer with us. We may not be able to do all of the same things, but I'll be damned if I don't rock her in a hammock before September.
Can you imagine really being damned for not rocking your baby in a hammock when you had the chance? You get there and you're feeling pretty good about things, and after a quick life review hear, "Tsk Tsk... look back with me at the summer of 2013. It appears you could have hammock-rocked your child before September and you did NOT. Straight to hell!"
ReplyDeleteAmber, that is a pretty accurate portrayal of how I picture the judgement ;)
Deletehahaha I agreed with this line "typical Sylvester-things like trips to Costco" I saw your parents at Costco in my neck of the woods :) pretty funny!
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