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This time last year I was planning how we would spend the final summer of freedom. My biggest boy had finished preschool and I knew it was the final six weeks before the start of something new and huge. The year has flown by and my baby has finished his first year of school. Reception is done and when he returns to school in six weeks time it will be as a year one student - no longer new but a proper school boy.
He has grown and thrived at his school and I am so happy that we ended up with such a wonderful one. He has been so busy and tired that we were all desperate for summer to arrive and so far it has been a fantastic one. Dylan broke up on Wednesday and ever since the sun has shone and we have been outdoors enjoying it.
The first day was spent in my parents' garden, naked boys running in and out of the paddling pool, picnic lunch outside and a day that reminded me of being their age and playing with my brother and sister.
Friday we headed to the beach, threw shells into the sea, built sandcastles and stayed out late because we could. We ate ice creams, kicked a ball around and stopped for burgers and chips on the way home.
Today we went to the local woods to celebrate a friend's birthday. We had a picnic and then explored, the babies in slings and the boys on foot. They painted their faces with charred wood for some strange reason and they picked up every log to look at the wildlife underneath. They snapped twigs to see how strong they were and searched for the perfect sticks. They came home with mud under their fingernails and dirt on their knees and the bath has never been more needed.
We are only three days in to this six weeks of freedom and it feels perfect to be spending every day outdoors enjoying the weather. The perfect antidote to a year in a classroom, a perfect way to enjoy all four of these beautiful children we created.