A List Maker's Life: August 2012

Friday, August 31, 2012

I Think I'm Back

You've sent my mom a message to find out where we've been all summer?  Well, here I am! Feet up and reading.  Ha! (Maybe not all summer, but last week I enjoyed this!)

It appears I took an extended summer blogging break!  My quiet www:// wasn’t intentional at first.  But you see, napping (or a quiet time) is a must in our house until first grade.  This is the first summer I official had two none nappers.  Rather than still sending them to their rooms for an hour of uninterrupted house cleaning blogging time we used nap time to make some extra memories by participating in crafts, games, and baking projects that we wouldn’t normally be able to do with “the babies”* awake.  All that to say we had a great summer.  We fit in loads of fun – everything on our summer list and then some – and now my kids are heading back to school (insert pouty lip)!  So, I am hoping you will all be willing to have me back here on the interwebs and keep me company during nap time so I won’t cry about missing Gavin and Anne Hope.  Well, at least on the days we don’t have mom’s group, therapy, or preschool, or doctors appointments…you get the idea ;) 

*My “babies” totally aren’t babies anymore, but when I am really ready to admit that it might be worthy of a whole post.

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Summer Sun Sets

Like the single dong of the one o' clock church bell our summer has come and gone.  Although the sky is still bright blue, the air is crisper and the moon visible before the kids fall asleep. The changing season is calling us back in to routine. 

As we travel south on US31 we discuss the plans for fall therapy, sports, and preschool.   We detour past the school to find out who this year’s teachers and, perhaps more importantly, classmates will be for 1st and 3rd grade.  We drive through campus to confirm, yes, Kevin’s students are settling back in to the dorms.  Certainly this is an introduction to an exciting new plot and we will all make the most of school’s mandatory schedules.  Anticipation aside, this vacation, this summer, this chapter is most difficult for me to close.  Push the porch swing. Blow the bubbles.  Call the neighbors out. Light the bonfire.  Grab the beach towels. Please could we read it one more time?

Not tonight, we need to watch this sun set.

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