Saturday morning as I was gearing up for a visit to the Fort Rapids Water Park with Emily and our families (which we’ll tell you about tomorrow!), I did that crazy thing that we women must do when the jeans come off and the shorts and swimsuits go on – I shaved my legs.
And of course, like I do, I cut myself. And Summer, that greedy season, got it’s blood sacrifice, the one it always demands from the legs of the big and small who go running and jumping around in the nice weather. I call them “Summer Legs”.
On her last day of preschool, Sophie stumbled as we were getting into our van and scraped her knee pretty good. It bled and everything! It was very tragic. And very fitting to have happened the second she was released from school and into the summer sun!
Since that moment, her legs have never looked back. At every park or backyard play date we’ve had, they’ve taken another hit, another ode to play. What can I say? The girl has her mother’s grace.
I have used the term “summer legs” so often the past couple weeks, that the other day when I was wiping a big smudge of dirt off of her legs (nothing like a quick baby wipes bath when you’re in a hurry, right!?), she said, “Thank you for helping me clean my summer legs.” Such a cutie!
Joshua’s legs have mostly been protected by school uniform pants, but he gets out tomorrow at noon, so his legs are sure to get summery soon. (And hopefully tan. Man, my kids are white!)
It’s summer! Wednesday we’ll celebrate both big kids being out of school by hitting the pool. How are you celebrating? And how are your kids’ “summer legs” looking?
