Summer vacation has started at Casa de Martell. Want to know how I know?

And let me just tell you right now, it’s not because of the weather, because, really, if you spent some time outside…in between the raindrops or the hints of sunshine, you might think that it’s early spring around here. I seriously am wondering why in the heck I invest in a summer wardrobe at all because it’s almost July and I have worn sandals exactly once. My dresses are hiding underneath cardigans and trench coats and jackets. My goosebumped skin would really benefit from a real southern climate (Bring on the 100+ weather! Bring on the humidity!) and I don’t even want to talk about how far my overprice Toronto real estate dollars would stretch in the US right now (Hint: it would stretch REALLY far)

So, wait, want to know how I know it’s summer around here?

“Mama! I’m SOOOOOOOOOOOO bored!”

Even though school ended on Wednesday. WEDNESDAY. This means that the kids have been out of school for fourpointfive days and two of those are weekend days so they don’t really even count. And want to hear how boring those days have been?

They had  playdates.

They got together with their friends and recreated the Katy Perry Last Friday Night video and got super into character…even down to making Isabella a headgear made out of floss.

The resemblance is uncanny, no?

They got kidnapped and taken to see Mr. Popper’s Penguins (Thanks, Riva!)

They went to several birthday parties.

They went to at least one end-of-the-year swimming party.

They went bathing suit shopping.

They got pedicures.

They decorated our entire driveway and backyard with chalk.

They had sleepovers.

They had a birthday brunch at their saba (his 66th!) and safta’s house, complete with chocolate fudge cupcakes.

They had a back-to-back Diary of Wimpy Kid one and two popcorn movie night.

They chased probably and/or possibly radioactive spiders…trying desperately to become Spiderman.

We should all be this bored.

For real.