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It's a rainy morning. The last day of summer, in my mind. It has been an amazing summer. Best one I ever remember. The kids were suntanned, bug bitten, dirty, waterlogged and happy. William is growing so fast, and has spent the summer entertaining us with his smiles and dimples and chitter chatter. I take a moment here and there to glance over at him bouncing away in his bouncer and he smiles that big dimply smile at me, and goes back to his important work.
This morning, Paul will leave for work and I will make a big pot of chicken noodle soup. I even saved the fat from the two roast chickens I made two days ago to make the matzoh balls with, somewhere I have a great grandmother smiling down on me.
Last night we had an end of summer cook out on the block with all of our amazing neighbors. We live on an amazing block, full of wonderful adults from all different walks of life and adorable children. Our kids ran and played and watched bats through "vernoculars" and roasted marshmallows and got ice cream from the ice cream truck and skinned their knees. We talked and pushed the stroller and drank mikes hard lemonade and beer with limes smushed inside.
But today we will rest. I will get clothes and backpacks and lunches and snacks ready for tomorrow. The kids will read and watch too much TV and play angry birds on my phone. I will make a pot of yummy soup, maybe even bake some bread for dipping.
At four, the new babysitter (a 15 year old from the block) is coming to watch the boys so Sophia and I can go get our nails and toes painted (and my eyebrows turned back into two brows instead of one big forest of hair) in honor of her first day of third grade. Tomorrow William and I will be alone from 9-4.
Bliss and sadness all at once.
This morning, Paul will leave for work and I will make a big pot of chicken noodle soup. I even saved the fat from the two roast chickens I made two days ago to make the matzoh balls with, somewhere I have a great grandmother smiling down on me.
Last night we had an end of summer cook out on the block with all of our amazing neighbors. We live on an amazing block, full of wonderful adults from all different walks of life and adorable children. Our kids ran and played and watched bats through "vernoculars" and roasted marshmallows and got ice cream from the ice cream truck and skinned their knees. We talked and pushed the stroller and drank mikes hard lemonade and beer with limes smushed inside.
But today we will rest. I will get clothes and backpacks and lunches and snacks ready for tomorrow. The kids will read and watch too much TV and play angry birds on my phone. I will make a pot of yummy soup, maybe even bake some bread for dipping.
At four, the new babysitter (a 15 year old from the block) is coming to watch the boys so Sophia and I can go get our nails and toes painted (and my eyebrows turned back into two brows instead of one big forest of hair) in honor of her first day of third grade. Tomorrow William and I will be alone from 9-4.
Bliss and sadness all at once.