The two Biggers have been keeping official Summer Journals. What started out as an every-day sort of thing has become a "thrice-weekly-if-we're-lucky" sort of thing, and that's just fine with me.
Summertime is for easing up, you know.
They write the date up at the top, then draw a picture of something they did that day. Calvin is disgruntled over the fact that I require him to include words, too.
This weekend we're lazing around in Ohio, at my parents' house. Calvin has taken to calling it his "Vacation Home".
I remembered to pack the journals, so we'll be filling pages with corn-on-the-cob eating and trampoline jumping and golf-cart riding and fireworks watching.
And so the paper-chain of childhood memories grows...
Happy long-weekend, Friends.