As a child, I loved Spring Break. It was right around the time my brain shut down and I just stopped paying attention in class. Here in Colorado, it also signaled the time when the weather wasn't sure if it was going to stay bitter cold or move into summer. Spring was always skipped over, except for maybe two days in March. Not three days, just two.
So it should come as no surprise that my daughter, Avery, too pined for Spring Break. She also stopped learning sometime back at the beginning of March. Her homework took an unseasonably low dip in turn-in rate.
This year brought an even better treat with it. Beyond the summery, warm 70 degree weather, we also had an extra visitor in our house: daddy.




