this is the boys' last week of school...we're not officially out until Friday.
but we have cousins in town this week.
and the berries are ripening fast.
i can't get will smith's "summertime" out of my head.
there are ghost crabs to be caught.
boogie boards to master.
and its so hot that popsicles are a necessity.
the beach is calling us each evening.
we can't help it.
we're checkin' out.