I can’t believe it’s June already. My kids are already in summer vacation mode which means it’s getting harder to get them to school. Summer means different things for each of them. For the Boy, it means shorts and tank tops no matter what the temperature. I try to explain that even though it’s June, it can still get cold, but he’s not convinced.
For the Girl, it’s about sundresses, sunglasses, swimming and ice cream. For the Baby, it’s all about the doggies. She’s one and oh-so-cute. At the moment, she spends a large part of her time barking and searching out her “people” (the dogs in the neighbourhood). It’s totally bizarre that she loves dogs so much because I’m not a dog person (that’s a large understatement) and neither are her siblings. My husband grew up with dogs, but he’s sort of ambivalent. People keep telling me, “Oh, you’ll end up getting her a dog.” Obviously, they don’t know me that well.
Tomorrow is the spring concert and the Kids’ Montessori, Petite Maison. It’s an Abba theme this year, and the Girl and Boy have been joyously singing “Dancing Queen” and “Super Trooper” all through the house.
My youngest is the same way with dogs, even though the rest of us sound like the rest of your family. She’ll look at even the most mangey looking dog and declare “I love him. He’s soooo cute!”
I love summer but I do find the transition from school year to summer a bit awkward every year. Of course, the same thing happens when we start school again in the fall and I’m in my summer groove with the kids!
I laughed when I read about The Baby and her dog affinity. Max is currently going through a cat phase and has taken to crawling around meowing and advising us he is Jazz Cat. Isn’t it hilarious when they get into animal mode?!
Have fun at the summer concert. I bet it will be adorable, especially with that classic music!
Had to laugh reading your last paragraph, Amreen, as Mama Mia plays in my background, and all 4 of my children know the words 🙂 I am so looking forward to the freedom of summer, with no more dance classes, soccer games, or forms to fill out for school. At the same time, I am a little worried that my 12 and 9 year olds will spend their summer pushing each others’ buttons like they have been for weeks, usually resulting in yelling and slamming doors. However, if that is the worst of my problems, I realize how lucky I am.