“Me too, Roozle.”
She has more library books than she will read. Me too, Roozle.
She carries books with her everywhere she goes. Me too, Roozle.
There’s not enough time to read all the things. I know, Roozle. Me too. Always.
You know how sometimes you find yourself in a new routine, but you didn’t even notice? You just keep saying yes to the same thing until it’s expected and you find yourself saying, “We always do that!” but you don’t really know how you got to the always? She used to go to bed at 7, but now it’s summer and light out and going to bed is so boring, and I miss her like crazy, so we’ve started going to the playground instead.
Yes, that means she gets to bed way later. Yes, we totally don’t care. Because summer. And so awesome. We’re lucky enough to have two amazing playgrounds in our neighborhood. So! Let’s go! Let’s climb all the things!
First photo by Roozle. She’s way better at climbing things than I am. We also gave up on wearing shoes for the walk home. Summer is way too awesome for shoes and rules.
All good things come from a step stool on the front porch to reach with all you are. Or maybe just a pile of flowers come from that. That’s good enough.
We played Red Light Green Light. It included Purple Light (time to dance) and Blue Light (be like a monster). We built a fairy house in the dirt and got a stick stuck in a tree. We laughed and laughed and laughed some more. We talked about ants and underwear. The sun felt hot and so good. Like it does. Like it should.
“I don’t like it when the sun goes away.”
“I don’t either, but you know, it doesn’t really ever go away. It’s just covered up. So we should say we don’t like it when the clouds get in the way of seeing it.”
“Yeah. I don’t like that. I also don’t even like ants.”
“I don’t like ants either.”
(Riley’s friend) “I hate ants. That’s my truth.”
Because ice cream before dinner on a Monday is always a good idea.
“You can climb through there to get out if you want.”
“Really?! I can CLIMB through the TRUNK?”
“Yes. If you want to. You should. I’ll help you out over here.”
“LOOK MOMMY THERE IS A KID IN YOUR TRUNK!”
“OMG WHO PUT A KID IN MY TRUNK?!”
“Mommy! It’s just ME!”
“Oh good! That was so scary!”
And we laughed ourselves through the library. Until it was time to get back in the car. Through the trunk. Then we laughed some more. Because needing to put the seat down at IKEA to buy big things and being too lazy to put it back up is super beneficial to the 5-year-old.