Summer is finally here.
This means that our weekends and evenings sometimes end with skinned knees, bruised elbows and a messy head of sun kissed hair. And, of course, no day is complete without her trademark grin, a twinkle in her eye and the never ending slew of questions.
From the time she gets up until she finally closes her eyes at night I hear: 'Come on Mom'....'Swing me Mommy, pwease...Swing me'....'Can you blow bubbles Mommy'...'I wanna go for a walk Mommy'...'Mommy, Can you play wif me in the sand box?'...'Can we go to Grammy's Mommy?'...'Can I have a popsicle Mommy?'...'Is Grampy home Mommy? Can we go see him?'...Can we go to the playground Mommy'...'Can we go to the ice cream store?'...'After my nap, can we _______ Mommy?'....'Can we?'...'Mommy...'