Hilltop and spilled pop

 peeling bum away from the wii is no easy chore but sometimes it just has to be done.

there's not much time before his withdrawls start kicking in, so we hurried to the hilltop for a semi-picnic pizza lunch. would have loved to have an ice cold pop with that but bum spilled that all over the back seat in record time. ice, lid, straw and all. and i only got one lousy sip.

yep, summers here alright.

here's for discovering new trails, dirty little hands, flowers for mama, droopy potty pants, and muddy shoes.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.  ~John Betjeman, Summoned by Bells

Dirty little river rats!

     

winter is finally over i think. out popped the sun this week forcing my windows open and blasting us with spring's goodness and true colors. i hope this time its the real deal, cause we've got the fever!

“When people say that school prepares children for the real world, what's implied is that it is the difficult parts of school (doing things you don't want to do, forced interaction with peers, following rules that you don't believe in) that are important. What's implied is that the real world is going to be an unhappy place and that being treated unfairly by people is a part of life.

It may be a part of life in school, but it is not a part of our lives. School is as far away from the real world as possible. In school we learn that we cannot control our own destinies and that it is acceptable to let others govern our lives. In the real world we can take responsibility for choosing our own paths and governing our own lives. The real world is what we make it.” 

― Rue Kream, The Unschooling Unmanual