Yeah, we can go swimming in May. We broke 90 yesterday.
Spring means up to 5 changes of clothes for the Nugget each day. It means fresh sidewalk chalk drawings, skinned knees, and bandaids.
Spring means laundry on the clothesline, flip-flops, and ordering sunscreen in bulk.
Spring means that Doggie is birthing plenty of hairbabies.
Spring means that I should be constantly sweeping the floors to combat all the sand, dirt, and grit (and hairbabies) that my boys and the dog track into the house but instead I am often shirking my housekeeping duties and out in my lawn chair sipping a diet Coke and watching the boy splash in the pool. Because this is the only spring when he'll be 2 years old.