Hello Summer! Yesterday was the last day of school. Remember how great that felt as you raced out of school for home and popsicles?
Back in my school days the last day of school weapon of choice was shaving cream. Good 'ol Barbasol. Creamy and thick in your hands just as you smash it on your bestest friend and make fabulous hairstyles!! (See example below. . .)
Growing up our house was just 2 houses away from the school playground. If you were caught with shaving cream at school. . .BUSTED. It got taken away. So our front yard bushes became the safe ground to stash the shaving cream until after school. That picture was taken in front of our garage on the last day of 6th grade. (ew, that ackward 11/12 year old age)
This year some moms in the neighborhood decided we'd put together a little water balloon fight. (It's easy clean up. . .we figure they can graduate to the shaving cream later. . ) So we headed to the school butterfly garden park to let the crazies run around for some fun!
Ah yes, a little sister rivalry!!
We instituted a new rule. Instead of just throwing them (and letting them bounce of the person and just break on the ground), we told them they had to squish the balloon over the person. . .usually the person doing the popping got the most wet. The balloons lasted much longer!!
Whitney even chilled in her stroller and watched the craziness!!
So, Happy Summer. . .here's to popsicles, water balloon fights, trips to the pool, water gun wars and fireflies!! (What? You don't have fireflies??. . .oh, wait for my late summer post about those!)
Any good last day of school memories?? I always wanted throw all the papers out the top windows of the school just like in Grease!!
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Reading and re-reading all those yearbook notes.
"What do you think he meant by that?"
"Do you think he could really see up my skirt?"
"I'm totally not calling her."
I forgot to say how cool that picture is of the water balloons.
Wow--you just helped me recall getting busted with waterguns on the last day of school once...
Will you post pictures of the fireflies? I always wanted to visit somewhere that had fireflies.
(Hope you don't mind when lurkers like me come out.)
a-I love going back and reading all those totally heart-felt notes in yearbooks!! You're sweet, have a hellish summer (ooh, I felt like such a rebel when I wrote that!) I'm so glad I got to know you a little more this year! Don't change! Blah, blah, blah!
CW--the fireflies will be out soon! My kids go nuts the first time they see them for the summer! I distinctly remember my oldest when she was about 18 months old letting out this little squeal when we were outside, then we saw that she was walking around trying to get the fireflies! I'm sure there will be lots of pictures. . .
Wendy..that is such a fun post. It brought back lots of memories too. I love the picture of you w/ the mohawk. You could have fronted a band in the 80's!!
I miss fireflies. I traded them for the permanent smell of jasmine and honeysuckle in the air for a few months. When I lived in Tennesse, we used to go catch them and freeze them and sell them to the fishermen. We also would squish them and use the neon stuff to write on the side walk......wait...maybe it is a good thing my kids aren't near fireflies. Good for the fireflies anyway.
(I miss fireflies). . .
One summer Topher and his friend called all the numbers in their yearbook and said, "Um, yeah, it said 'call me' in my yearbook, and I just wanted to know what you wanted. . . " and then they'd wait and laugh at the awkward pauses of all these nice girls who were trying not to make them feel bad.
LVC--why does that sound like that should be a Garrens skit? A really funny one.
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