I love Summer Time. Not really the heat so much, but all the time we get to spend together as a family. Growing up, it seems my sister and I had a friend over nearly every day of the summer. If they were not at our house, we were at theirs. We even had a friend that came on family vacations with us. She became a part of our family.
My kids too have friends that they are always with. Each of them have become so much a part of our family, that it seems there is something missing when they are gone. It can get pretty hectic around the house to say the least, but I enjoy every moment of the madness.
I treasure this time with ALL my children…… the “adopted” ones too. Before long, they will not be spending their time with us. My oldest is 15, and I know that my days left with him are numbered before he will be working, and driving, and won’t want to be with mom and dad any longer.
Here are a few more photos of our time together so far this summer. These memories will last a lifetime.
!! And don’t forget to click on “Summer Time Fun” below to watch the short video my husband put together of the girls swimming……!!
Summer time Fun! from Greg snell on Vimeo.
Lake Tahoe – A Pain in the Butt
When my mom was married to her second husband, Larry, every summer we went on vacation somewhere. We would load down the van with luggage, drinks, and groceries. I can remember traveling many a mile with my hand stuck in a box of Lucky Charms. Continue reading
I can remember spending many nights at my Grandma and Grandad Bailey’s house. During the summers we stayed for weeks at a time. We loved it. Looking back, I don’t know how she managed to keep her sanity. It wasn’t just me and my siblings there, it was ALL the cousins. At any given time she would have 7 to 8 kids running in and out of the house, sometimes more when we brought a friend.
Grandma never minded though. She loved us being there. I can not remember a single time that she lost her patience and yelled at us. That’s not to say she didn’t get on to us. I remember her chasing the older cousins around with a switch from the tree or more often, her fly swatter. I don’t remember ever getting a whipping myself, though I am sure I must have. Grandma had a paddle hanging on her wall that someone had decorated and given her. “Grandma’s Paddle” was written across it. I don’t remember the paddle ever leaving her wall. Grandma and Grandad both were easy-going, never yelling or screaming at any of us. Their patience seemed limitless…….or maybe that is why Grandad spent so much time out in the shed.