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What a mom loves about summer

Submitted by on Sunday, 1 June 2008 No Comment
Originally published May 29, 2007, thehive.modbee.com   

Six reasons summer and kids are a perfect fit

 Dinner al fresco:  At Che Two Guys, we have the finest open-air dining in the Central Valley, no reservations needed. And no dress code either, other than a requirement that you wear some. That part’s a bummer when your most-loyal customers love to shed their bathing suits and sprint naked, but it’s a requirement management must enforce.

Ambiance? We have that a plenty, from the faded and cracked resin patio furniture to the equally faded blue gingham table cloth. Shabby chic’s still popular, right?

For your listening pleasure, we have the neighbor’s stereo, usually cranked up to Motown tunes, or the sounds of the proprietress shrieking at blue jays bent on pecking at the grass seed planted in hopes of filling in brown spots before Big Guy’s birthday.

But most of all, we have an atmosphere that most nights makes Big Guy forget it’s his job to gripe about every meal served.

 Room to boom:   It’s small, and it’s the summer equivalent of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree, but I love my back yard. The guys can run as fast as they want without bonking heads on tables or walls. They can be Tarzan swinging through the jungle. And, best of all, they can be loud without getting on my last nerve because noise really  reverberates in this house.

Note to those living within five blocks of us: Sorry about that top-of-the-lungs heavy metal “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” last night. Please don’t call the police. We’re aware of local noise ordinances, and we’ll do better to adhering to them in the future.

 Time to romp:  Winter just sucks the life out of me, and it’s not just the fog. It’s the idea that day in, day out, it’s going to be dark when you leave for work and dark again shortly after you get home. It’s as if you spend your entire life in an office, emerging on weekends to see the light briefly.  Honestly, death row inmates get more sun.

But then comes summer and, pain though it is to get kids to bed when it’s still day light, you do at least feel like you’re getting your money’s worth out of the day.

 Good eatin’:  The Central Valley in the summer is Disneyland for lazy health.

Snacks don't get any simpler than a fresh strawberry, peach or whatever’s in season. Juice-drenched chins and berry-stained bellies testify to the enjoyment.

In the market for a fast dinner? Forget the old Domino’s “30 minutes or less” pledge. Fresh asparagus or corn on the cob is way quicker.

 Swim diapers:  There are few things cuter than Little Guy strutting around, all butt and gut, in a swim diaper. He’s lost the toddler waddle, and the prodigious belly is one of the last reminders of my rapidly disappearing baby. He’ll be gone this time next year. I soak up every second I can.

 Nights on the town:  Nothing says summer like squeezing into my shortest, tightest miniskirt for a night of dancing into the wee hours, followed by a huge pancake breakfast at 2 a.m.

Oops. Flashing back to the 80s there for a second. I have too little energy and too much cellulite to attempt that now. Besides, who needs bar-hopping when I have free entertainment at home. 

 Copyright 2007 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.

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