On the First Day of Fall

On the first day of fall, it’s time to recap the summer—

June: Started out on bed rest and ended with almost zero rest in bed. We celebrated as a new niece was born. Jon, Liam and I squeezed in lots of fun family-of-three activities before the ladies came right in the middle. After that, it was a house full of family, crying babies, lots of fast food runs, an adjusting two-year-old, more visitors, feeding ducks, dirty diapers, doctor visits, Funshine in the Park for Liam, commemorating four years of marriage, midnight feedings, and lots of new hugs and cuddles.

July: Began with the bang of fireworks that sent our little guy into an excited frenzy. In the middle, there was lots of swimming, TV watching, venturing out as a party of five to petting zoos, more doctor visits, more feedings, more diaper changes, zoo outings, weekly trips to Sam’s Club, and daily trips to Sonic. It ended with Grandma coming to visit, momentarily remembering we have to report back to work soon, and avoiding the back-to-school aisle at stores.

August: Commenced with more hot days of finding air conditioned fun. It included baseball games, staff development, lots of baby smiles, two Wiggles concerts, starting and stopping potty training, pink and purple onesies, running through the sprinkler, Saturday morning jaunts to Dunkin’ Donuts, two-month well-checks, beginning a new daycare, splitting morning duties, separation anxiety, and the onset of a new school year.

September: Kicked off with fantasy football and followed with a excursion to Houston, visits from relatives, sleepy early mornings, sweet girlie coos, lots of dirty bottles, big brother kisses, trips to doctors (and one ER) with three sick little ones, Chuck E. Cheese initiation, mountains of laundry, one ear infection, pony rides, train rides, being entertained at malls, and counting the days until Friday.

So, now fall is here and with it the promise of cooler temperatures, festivals, pumpkin patches, little ghosts and goblins, spicy candles, apple crisp, and perhaps a Ranger trip to the World Series. Right, Jon?