Summer summer summertime

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disport \dis-PORT\, intransitive verb:
1. To amuse oneself in light or lively manner; to frolic.
2. To divert or amuse.
3. To display.


There was much to disport on the last day of school. I was invited to come to our girl's classroom to help out and supervise the kiddos as they traveled from station to station playing different games. Sadly, these were the only pictures I was able to snap because The Bug was so demanding of my attention. She wanted me to, "Watch. Mom. Pees," as she would jumpy, jump, jump and do her hobbit walk, or so Miguel affectionately calls it, all down the hallway and into the library where the librarian was trying to read a story to the school aged children I was supposed to be supervising.

I guess I could look on the positive side of things and be thankful for her active toddler lifestyle which in turn is keeping me active and forcing me to stay mobile and up off my duff. Looks like with just her alone this will be an action packed summer. Cannot wait!

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