Freeze frame!

Summer is coming and this is my favorite time of year, except for the part about swimsuits.  The other day I was outside in the yard while the kids were playing.  It was sunny and warm and breezy and beautiful– the kind of day that just makes me feel content.  And then, suddenly, I felt a little bit panicky because it’s ALREADY JUNE and it’s going so fast and summer’s going to be gone and it’s going to be snowing again before I even know it.  STOP THE CLOCK ALREADY!  I really wanted to freeze the calendar and stay in June 3rd for a long, long time.  I keep thinking about that song by the Steve Miller band that says, “Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future . . . ”  And I thought about the Book of Mormon, where it says (somewhere, I’m too lazy to look it up) that in the last days, people’s treasures will become slippery.  Time is a treasure Continue reading

Does this sound familiar?

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I think my children suffer from what I like to call end-of-summer “boring brain.”  We constantly have conversations like this:

“Mom, what can we do?”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s nothing to do.”

“Are you kidding me? There are a thousand things you can do.  You can jump on the trampoline, play on the swingset, play toys, read books, color a picture, put together your car track, make a puppet show  . . .  see?  Lots of things.”

Blink. Blink.

Crickets chirping.

“Mom (spoken in three syllables), there’s nothing to do.”

I don’t get it.  I, for one, am ready for school to start.

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(and as a little p.s., I feel like a dork about yesterday’s post because I really didn’t mean for it to generate a long list of “wow, aren’t you just so nice!” comments.  I do not always walk around saying nice things to people, and let’s be honest, it’s a good thing I don’t say out loud the not-so-nice things I think about some people.  But I have been trying harder to say kind things, and I had the courage to do it that time, and it scared the basheenus out of me, but I did it and she was delighted and I thought to myself,  I really should do this more often.  I am not a superhero.  The end.)

Haiku! (Bless you.)

Well, I know you’ve just been on the edge of your seats waiting to find out who the finalists are in the Diapers and Divinity Summer Poetry Contest.  I have selected four of my favorites.  (I have also altered them just a little bit so that I could fit them all into two succinct little stanzas more uniform for contest purposes.  This may seem a little dictatorial on my part, which really does not matter because it is my blog and everything you write on here actually belongs to me by copyright law…. I really don’t know if that’s true, but I figure that if I said it with authority, you would believe me.)

These poems are haikus about summer vacation with children.  Anyway, without further ado, the finalists are:

DeNae

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When the kids were small,
Camping fit the fam’ly funds,

Which were sparce and spare.

 

No more camps for me.
You can keep your tents and bugs.
Hotels come with pools!

 

 

Shoebox Princess

 

sara 

 

I made a chore chart
To teach the kids about work

I have learned to nag.

 

House shrinks in summer

Too much noise, not enough space.

We go to the beach.

 

Melanie J

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A soft, fuzzy head
Whiffs of coconut sunblock

Gold skin and freckles

 

Cute little white bums

Peeking out of swimming trunks

I smile. It’s summer.

 

 

Charlotte

 (sorry, Charlotte I couldn’t find your actual profile picture on your blog.)

crazy face

 

Hot grilled hamburgers,
A slice of watermelon,

ice cream and snow cones.

 

I can taste summer.
Summer scents permeating-
Intoxicating.

 

 

 

Vote for your favorite one here by Friday night.  Winners will be announced next weekend and one haiku-ist will be featured on my sidebar for the remainder of the summer (and get some prize they will wonder if it was worth the postage to send).
Nice job, ladies.  Happy polls!