This past month will forever be remember by me as Smarch. Smarch = summer March.
Sometimes we went outside in the morning before we even changed out of our pajamas, and some mornings the kids got so dirty they needed baths by 8:30 am. Norah's hands and knees were stained brown from crawling around in the grass. I feel like we were in constant Ragamuffin mode: dirty, barefoot, trailing mud into the house. We chatted with our neighbors, went on walks, looked at bugs, listened to the birds, poked around in the dirt. That's summertime.
And it's times like these I wouldn't trade my life as a stay at home mom for any office job. I feel so lucky to able to take advantage of beautiful days and live in nature a little more, and encourage my kids to do the same. (Poor Norah, she's already tired of being inside for the cold and wet days of the past week. She spends a lot of time pointing at the door and crying.)