So the children (and by children, I mostly mean me) have done a fair amount of complaining about how this summer began. Three weeks of three children with hand, foot, and mouth disease, one broken wrist, I could go on, and on (just ask my husband). But at some point, we started having fun. You know, lots of free time to go swimming or stay in our pjs all morning or play Candyland 6 times. Summer. Why yes, we can bake cookies and go to the pool and throw the baseball and get out the paints. It's summer!