School

Back to school for Casa Bejos.
Alarms are set once again.
Lunch packing has resumed.

Two different campuses this years means a new set of routines that we are all still getting used to. On the first day it meant that the boys weren't up and ready at the same time to pose together.
The big one comes with me now. He will gladly tell you about the perks of being a "staff child", including getting to school before everyone else, romping on the playground when school is officially closed, helping other teachers....and many more I am sure he will learn to appreciate (or not).

Blackberries

It's been a few years since we found ourselves in the right place at the right time for blackberries. But this year we timed it just right. And it was a perfect day.

While the grown ups foraged, the boys played in the creek, creating the best ever mud castles. 

You may notice that the cast is not orange, and that - gasp - he is in the water. After a disappointing discovery that orange was not an option, spirits were revived when he found out that glow-in-the-dark was. But better than that news, was the news that a fiberglass cast meant that it was waterproof. Amen and alleluia! 

Getting a picture of the cast's glow-in-the-dark property has been challenging, but my goodness it truly glows! 

Anyone remember this same trip from 2011?

Day Camping

A few hours in the woods. 

Mama gets to read, boys get dirty, and dog runs. 

Nearly perfect. 

More from the summer bucket list

Fishing Lake Mary. 

We caught nothing but crayfish, which of course could be related to the other favorite activity of throwing rocks. It could also be that casting and reeling are far more interesting than just watching a bobber bob. Mr. Bejos spent a good deal of time untangling and teaching just how to cast and reel.

I, however, make some progress on my knitting.

Before the arm incident, summer activities had resumed. This day was a good one. Another playground for our bucket list, on the same day that the city hosted some kind of "event" that included buckets of water. 

And then the new donut shop. It's not like any other place I had been to before. One starts with a menu similar to that you would find in a sushi restaurant. A long, long list of topping choices that is overwhelming to this mama who like a good old fashion cinnamon and sugar cake donut. 

Customers have a front row seat to the donut making process; from the dough dropping into hot oil, bobbing along a conveyor belt, to being hand dipped and packed, still hot, into a box. 

The entire way home, as in every 28 seconds, the littlest guy asked "mama, is my donut still hot". And by the time we got home I was able to, deep breathe, answer "no" and serve it up. 

Catastrophe of the everyday

A day like any other.

Except that today's romp on the monkey bars ended badly. 

Supracondylar humerus fracture. 

Most common with boys, most common under the age of 9, and most common in falls from beds or monkey bars. 

Check

Check 

and check. 

A proper cast is to come, and it will be, he informed me, orange. 

NY: the second leg

More sun

More water

More ice cream

Cousins, cousins, cousins

Golf

And one jello cake, two years in the making