Like that time I took Livy to the Ballard water park, where she proved that a fleece Viking hat is, in fact, all-weather gear.
Pillaging knows no season.
Or that time I rode a mechanical bull in Las Vegas.
In hindsight, the blouson peasant top wasn't my most flattering bull-riding option. Learn from my example, people.
Or that time I made forty-freaking-eight cupcakes, along with forty-freaking-eight cupcake toppers for Livy's 2nd birthday party.
I'm crafty. I'm just your type.
Because I have an embarrassing tendency to do dumb things like this in the presence of a camera...
... let's let this sweet picture of Liv and her good friend Margaret stand in for the touching one of Liv and me that never manifested.
Or that time we went to the Oregon coast to play and to Sauvie Island to meet some new friends.
Livy LOVED the beach...
... until she didn't.
Handsome Baby Jake may be Sauvie Island's newest resident...
... but Livy preferred the goats.
Or the time we saw my boyfriend Steve play at the Snoqualmie Casino.
Flawlessly silver. Flawlessly foxy.
Or that time I read 9 horny vampire novels in 6 weeks?
So far #9 was the best.
Or that time that Toddlers & Tiaras started making sense.
Bathing, basking belly.
As you can see, it's been a fantastic summer for frolicking and fun. But my pencils are sharp, the tags are freshly off of my school clothes, and I've got a Trapper Keeper full of fresh college-ruled paper. Summer's been great, but fall is here, and that's time to shine.