lovely weekendy things...


Saturday evening wine on the porch with my hubby
The day-to-day has been a little challenging as of late. 

We are all a healthy bunch so really I don't like to complain.  We are happy too...just a little stressed out.

These things made me especially giddy this weekend...
 
This view from my porch

Brunette....and bangs!

Surviving another sleepover

A Literary Festival (books, books, books!!)...

held at a Heritage Village...

with Captain Hook and Wendy Darling...


and some "bosom friends"...

Kettle Corn
 

writing on slate...

more kettle corn...

this sign...
a one room school house...

fall is almost here.

Kisses to all you lovelies who leave me notes...you are divine...and make me happy too.

Meet the teacher night...


I'm so drained from meet the teacher night.

I didn't really like it when I was a student and I don't really like it now.

It just stresses me out.

The teachers were lovely.  And said the most wonderful things about Charlotte...and well Court he's supposed to listen.  "We have to listen before we can learn."

Then Court just kept disappearing and pulling at Charlotte's beaded bracelet until it broke and beads went spilling all over the floor...and all the while I'm trying to talk to a teacher...or a parent. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

And just before we left for meet the teacher night Charlotte worked on her homework and Court worked on his writing. He tore off what he had written and put it in an envelope for his teacher.  But I had to ask him - what did he write? 

He says to me as we are walking out the door - don't worry Mom I didn't write Ass.

You see his father taught him recently that Ass was another name for a donkey and he's been including it along with other words he knows...like and, the, in, it, dad, mom etc.- as he practices.  The words just flow together and end up like this: theindadmomtoasstheonit.

~

This week I made this little picture with some old scrabble letters and a frame I had hanging around.


I have big plans for this glass fronted cupboard I stole found in the attic at my parents... 


which is sitting in my dressing room/office...


and is presently holding my small shoe collection.

It may just get filled with these...


which I am off to read while warming my cold feet against my hot hubby.

Summer's end and some horses

Treats on the beach the last week of summer
I just rolled out from under my sleeping son's arm and tip toed out of his bedroom.

I managed tonight to NOT fall asleep curled up in his bed.

I mustn't be as tired as I feel.

Surprisingly this morning I was not the first one up.  I let myself sleep in and I woke up to the sounds of Kevin and Court talking in Court's room. It was sweet and made me smile into my sheets.  It was the first morning that Court didn't wake up in our bed in at least a week and I think Kevin must have missed him.

Just last week Court busied himself with something...

asking me for the tape...

and an envelope.

I then found this in the mailbox...



I don't even remember what he wrapped up...

it might have been a sword...

or a Nerf gun.

It doesn't matter.

It's the thought that counts.

~

Every summer Charlotte and I have a special day...

just the two of us.

I was just her age when I went away to horse camp for the first time and started riding...


so that's what we did.

I was a little nervous.

It has been a long time since I've been on a horse.

And I didn't know if I trusted the horse...to look after my most precious girl.

But then I found out her horse was named Scout...


and I knew that all would be OK.

You see To Kill a Mockingbird was my favourite book growing up...

and it just may be my favourite book of all time.

Here was my ride...

don't ask me what his name was. 

I was so scared. He was a pretty big horse.  The owner assured me I'd feel fine once we got going and she was right.

I don't know if this is a good thing however as Charlotte and I both drove home dreaming of a horse farm.

sweet summer stuff

I want to be able to talk about the summer. About how ready I am for the kiddos to go back to school...

because I have had to entertain them all summer long...with summery stuff.

But to be honest...

it hasn't been that way for me.

I've worked too much. The kids have played.  I think they have had a wonderful summer and for that I am so happy.  But it wasn't really because of me.

This has been my week to dig into summer. To get my toes sandy. To burn the tip of my nose and let my wet hair tangle.  Each day I've tried to do something special...

to make my summer memorable.

And its worked.

On Monday we started off with a crafty craft. A version of this. Thank you meg for all your fabulous ideas...



however Court soon lost interest in the jar...



and began to decorate himself.




I think he is some sort of superhero...the boots are the give-away.
They always go on when he's playing one.

Later that day Charlotte went on a play-date and I took Court to the splash pad. I can't tell you how happy I was just to watch him...






splashing, swimming and making friends. 

He met a little boy named Leaf.  At first I couldn't understand what his name was and finally Leaf pointed to a tree. It was at that moment that I realized I was my mother.

Leaf wanted us to follow him home so we would know where he lived.  I suggested to little Leaf that perhaps we would see him again at the splash pad. 

But it wouldn't be on Tuesday...

because we were busy at the Beach.