We’ve been trying our hardest to soak up every last bit of summer over here—and I have a phone full of pictures to prove it…
I took the girls out to Long Island a few weeks ago to visit my in-laws. We went to the Long Island Aquarium, logged some beach time, and ate a whole lot of froyo. The girls are kind of partial to all three of those things (as long as there are no hermit crabs or sea weed involved).
We did a little playground and library hopping. Sam enjoys swinging like a monkey and climbing to the highest points of the playground these days, while Ellie prefers to run laps around the equipment: first up the stairs, then down the slide, and back again. (Note to self: look into giant hamster wheel for that one).
I took the girls out for “tea” at Kathleen’s Tea Room. Our pot was filled with cocoa and the girls loved every second of it. They ate nothing (shocking!) but drank about 4 cups of cocoa each. I had their delicious trio of salads (a scoop of egg salad, tuna salad and chicken salad over veggies) and am now salivating at the thought of it.
We had so much fun, Ellie has decided that her next birthday party has to be there.
On Monday we met up with friends for back-to-school manicures. The older girls went off on their own and chatted away while the little ones sat (very still) with their mommas. It was pretty cute. I’m not sure if they enjoyed the nail painting or the bowl of candy at the end more.
Tuesday was my big girl’s first day of third grade. She was incredibly excited to pick out her outfit, which included: her leopard print cardigan (even though it was 93 degrees), a silver sequin skirt, nude tights, and her beloved (and filthy) peep toe wedges. With her sparkly new messenger bag and her fancy outfit, she just kept saying “I feel so official!”
Today was this little ball of sunshine’s first day of preschool. Momma took it much harder than she did. While she had a teensy bit of anxiety, she was mostly incredibly excited to be taking such a big girl step. I’m wondering how the nine-pound lump of cheeks and drool that used to lay on my chest stopped being a baby so fast.
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Hi! I'm Jen, a freelance writer and girl mom who loves reading the newest children’s books as much as I love a good psychological thriller. I believe fiercely in the power of kindness, empathy, and really good quality chocolate. When I'm not knee-deep in glittery crafts and girl talk, you can probably find me sprawled out on my couch in the middle of a Netflix marathon with dark chocolate smeared on my face. The struggle is real. 
