"Ah September, I hardly knew ye." That is my poetic attempt at conveying "I could not possibly have any less of an idea what happened to the last 3 weeks than if I had been on an epic bender in Vegas the entire time." Okay, perhaps that is a bit dramatic, but still, I feel like time is racing by at a previously unknown frantic pace, and I feel both the stress and the total confusion it brings. I know this is a common theme in basically all my posts recently, which worries me. Will I remember anything from 2010 a few years from now? Will I want to? Or will I be like someone who survives being whipped around by a tornado, grateful to be alive, but in no mood to look back with a fond eye on those moments (years) being spun around the swirling vortex?
From what I do currently recall, here is what has been going on in September...
After my royal screw up missing Fraser's orientation our transition back to preschool has gone quite smoothly (photo of Fraser looking like "I am smiling, will you take the damn picture already!" was from his first day of school). There was one
moment on his first day when he looked a little sad as I started to leave and I thought "Oh no, here we go again" but by the time I reached the door he was already chatting with his teacher. It does make me a little sad that he goes three days a week, since I feel like he is gone a lot now, but there is no doubt that it is good for both Fraser and Hammie to have a little break from each other a few times a week. Their battles now have reaches truly Braveheart proportions, and more often than not they end with Hammie bleeding.
moment on his first day when he looked a little sad as I started to leave and I thought "Oh no, here we go again" but by the time I reached the door he was already chatting with his teacher. It does make me a little sad that he goes three days a week, since I feel like he is gone a lot now, but there is no doubt that it is good for both Fraser and Hammie to have a little break from each other a few times a week. Their battles now have reaches truly Braveheart proportions, and more often than not they end with Hammie bleeding. After we picked Fraser up from his first day of school we all went apple picking with the MOMS Club. T
he boys had a blast pulling apples off the trees (and Eleanor thought that was pretty fun too) but by far their favorite part was the sand pit with sand toys. I know, I feel like I work so hard to plan all these interesting outings which will broaden their horizons, but if there is a backhoe or dump truck within a two mile radius we may as well not have left the sandbox in the backyard for all the attention they pay to anything else. Still, it was a very nice afternoon for all of us, and those are often hard to come by these days. (Eleanor's favorite part was practicing standing up all by herself! She has gotten very good at it, and now cruises around the furniture quite proficiently, but I don't think she is quite ready to try the walking on her own thing just yet!)
he boys had a blast pulling apples off the trees (and Eleanor thought that was pretty fun too) but by far their favorite part was the sand pit with sand toys. I know, I feel like I work so hard to plan all these interesting outings which will broaden their horizons, but if there is a backhoe or dump truck within a two mile radius we may as well not have left the sandbox in the backyard for all the attention they pay to anything else. Still, it was a very nice afternoon for all of us, and those are often hard to come by these days. (Eleanor's favorite part was practicing standing up all by herself! She has gotten very good at it, and now cruises around the furniture quite proficiently, but I don't think she is quite ready to try the walking on her own thing just yet!)In another attempt to keep the kids entertained and also to help Andy and I feel like we are not over stressed rats on a tiny treadmill scurrying our pointless little legs off in a frantic race toward death,
we took the kids on a duck tour in Boston. For those of you aren't familiar with the duck tour, the "Ducks" are WWII style amphibious landing vehicles that you pay through the freaking nose to ride around in through the streets of Boston and up part of the Charles river. If you couldn't guess, Andy planned this outing since he thinks the Ducks are really cool, and he figured the boys would think so too. I went along to spend a nice family day. What I had forgotten was that the guides on the ducks really give you a very interesting talk on the history of Boston as well as an assortment of interesting random trivia. This is just the sort of outing I reall
y enjoy, which was unfortunate since it was hard to hear much for large parts of the trip with Fraser and Hammie yelling about the Duck and what they saw out the windows. Still, I think we all had a really nice time (though I think the boys were more impressed by the ride on the T than anything else) and Hammie even got to pilot the Duck when we were in the river! As we boarded the T to head back to Alewife Andy commented "Well, I think I've had my fill of people for quite some time" and I was reminded that no matter how beautiful, cultural, and just plain fun Boston is, it is a good thing we live in the country.
we took the kids on a duck tour in Boston. For those of you aren't familiar with the duck tour, the "Ducks" are WWII style amphibious landing vehicles that you pay through the freaking nose to ride around in through the streets of Boston and up part of the Charles river. If you couldn't guess, Andy planned this outing since he thinks the Ducks are really cool, and he figured the boys would think so too. I went along to spend a nice family day. What I had forgotten was that the guides on the ducks really give you a very interesting talk on the history of Boston as well as an assortment of interesting random trivia. This is just the sort of outing I reall
y enjoy, which was unfortunate since it was hard to hear much for large parts of the trip with Fraser and Hammie yelling about the Duck and what they saw out the windows. Still, I think we all had a really nice time (though I think the boys were more impressed by the ride on the T than anything else) and Hammie even got to pilot the Duck when we were in the river! As we boarded the T to head back to Alewife Andy commented "Well, I think I've had my fill of people for quite some time" and I was reminded that no matter how beautiful, cultural, and just plain fun Boston is, it is a good thing we live in the country.And, as exciting as apple picking and riding around on an amphibious vehicle might be, the highlight of S
eptember was definitely Andy's brother's wedding. It was a wonderful, exciting and incredibly exhausting. Mostly it was exhausting because Fraser and Hammie were the ring bearers, and although their entire part in the ceremony took approximately 60 seconds, the preparation required hours of enthusiastic cheer leading and shameless bribery. Ultimately Fraser walked down all on his own, holding his pillow and looking very proud of himself, and Hammie walked down holding my hand, which I was very proud of him for since I thought it was highly unlikely he would be willing to walk into the aisle under any circumstances at all.
eptember was definitely Andy's brother's wedding. It was a wonderful, exciting and incredibly exhausting. Mostly it was exhausting because Fraser and Hammie were the ring bearers, and although their entire part in the ceremony took approximately 60 seconds, the preparation required hours of enthusiastic cheer leading and shameless bribery. Ultimately Fraser walked down all on his own, holding his pillow and looking very proud of himself, and Hammie walked down holding my hand, which I was very proud of him for since I thought it was highly unlikely he would be willing to walk into the aisle under any circumstances at all. This past weekend we went to a birthday party for one of Fraser's preschool frien
ds, which I mention only because it afforded me the opportunity to take the ridiculously cute photo of Eleanor below. The weekend of the wedding several people commented how wonderful it was that Eleanor allowed me to put barrettes in her hair, and never tried to take them out. This was, of course, the kiss of death and now Eleanor will not leave barrettes in her hair for more than 5 minutes. When we arrived at the birthday party she had already removed the tiny green barrette from her hair and had the entire thing in her mouth. Lovely. After a small heart attack for Mommy the barrette was extracted and I haven't been brave enough to put one in again.
ds, which I mention only because it afforded me the opportunity to take the ridiculously cute photo of Eleanor below. The weekend of the wedding several people commented how wonderful it was that Eleanor allowed me to put barrettes in her hair, and never tried to take them out. This was, of course, the kiss of death and now Eleanor will not leave barrettes in her hair for more than 5 minutes. When we arrived at the birthday party she had already removed the tiny green barrette from her hair and had the entire thing in her mouth. Lovely. After a small heart attack for Mommy the barrette was extracted and I haven't been brave enough to put one in again.So that, in 1000 words or less, has been our September. I know it perhaps doesn't sound so crazy condescend into a few neat paragraphs and accompanied by some (if I do say so my myself) pretty adorable photos, but please do not be fooled. More than once this month I have thought, "I should so like to have a word with whatever fool gave my kids crack cocaine for breakfast." And since this is only the first of what they are predicting will be five straight days of rain, I can already hear the sirens humming letting me know their is a child-induced-tornado coming. Oh well, perhaps it is time to accept the chaos with equanimity and perhaps pray this tornado drops me in an alternate universe like Dorothy, were I get pretty sparkly shoes and skip happily away from the munchkins.
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