By August, I was feeling a little guilty for doing absolutely nothing with the boys all summer except let their aunts take them to swim lessons. So I went Pinterest crazy and we had a week-long camp mom. We all had a blast! Here are a few of our favorite activities:
baking soda - vinegar balloons
playdough BRAAAAAAINS
shaving cream paint mural with cousin Henry
Sumo wrestling
baking soda - vinegar fizzy painting
spontaneous GQ photo shoot
James' "tough guy" pose
and dino claws
This was all during babies' naps, which they were kindly taking twice a day.
Two things I never want to forget about the babes... Sammy did this to ALL of his jammies! Every last pair. Even before they were too small -- somehow he'd just work his toes out the end.
And Ruthie-lou, every single time we plopped her in the stroller, would immediately fling her legs up over the stroller bar, lounge-style.
Labor Day weekend we had the super duper experience of going to my freshman year roommate Jodi's wedding. It was lovely! And quite romantic -- Jeremy and my anniversary month, attending a the sealing of an amazing couple in "our" temple, Salt Lake. Congrats again, Jodi and Tom!
Later that day we tried some family photos. Ha! Not a single one turned out, but I have to giggle when I see the attempts. (Yes, these were the best we got!)
Individual shots were more successful. I do have to give credit for most of these to Jer. Can't you tell his princess is looking at him? I wonder sometimes if the kids are so excited to get some individual attention they can't help but perform:
eyebrows higher!
puppy Ruthie
puppy Sam
chubby finger point, elbow dimple
fuzzy shot together, par for the course now that they're mobile:
"I'm pretty hot stuff, you know"
and goofy
and proud of my first tooth gap
I'm just plain silly
And finally, the official end to summer. Scotty started 1st grade! His face says it all -- he loves it! It's December already and I still feel like the school day without him is too long, but really school was made for this boy. I don't know if I ever wrote about this or not, but last year (Kindergarten), he got a stomach bug in the middle of the night one night. The very first thing he said post-barf, in a sob: "I don't want to miss schoooooool!" So Scotty.