Our Last Summertime

Pre-K Summertime was careless. Sunburns were welcome, camping trips were spur of the moment and clothing was extremely optional.

K being a December baby, and a difficult one at that, I spent most of my last "Child Free" summer pregnant and laid up on bed rest. No camping, beach, festivals or fairs, which is a real bummer because I missed the memo on not being able to adequately enjoy those things "Post-Baby." It's hard to enjoy the I'm-gonna-die terror of the Zipper at the fair when you know you've yet to write out your will, ya feel me? And loosing your top after a thorough round of tubing isn't quite as acceptable now that you're a mother. Not that I mind that last change... loosing and replacing that many bikini tops was starting to become a full time gig.

Last summer K and I enjoyed a good amount of huge firsts that I failed horribly in documenting. Like her first camping trip (she did fabulous co-sleeping in the tent with me), campfire, boat ride, beach trip, and parade.  We also enjoyed a variety of things that while seaming small were huge in our world... her first BBQ food, first ice cream, her first time on a swing, her first sunburn (oops), and her first weekend away from mommy.

Set for a Summertime Stroll

This summer, our adventuring is more limited due to the fact that I am ridiculously pregnant. We have yet to go to the beach (and probably won't), camping is just not happening, and while we made it to a fair, we did little more then stroll about taking in the sights, swing a little and eating lunchables in the shade. And even that was so wearing that we didn't manage to make it out for the parade the next morning, even though the route was literally 2 blocks from the house.

It's hard to be melancholy at all the experiences we're "missing" though when I step back and look at the bigger picture. This is really not a weather-dictated series of exciting events to enjoy, but the end of one big event that we may not have been able to truly cherish until now- this summer marks the end. The end of our "duo" era. Soon the K girls will come in a pair, and with Mama we'll make 3, and so begin a whole new era, full of seasons of various adventures.

So now instead of scolding myself for missing the 5-float local parade, or being annoyed I'm not cleaning sand out of my gratuitous buns, I'm simply relishing what is possible: our last summer, and our upcoming future. Put on your shades love, it looks bright.

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