School is back in session.
We’re closer to Halloween than we are to July 4th.
The temperatures in the outer suburbs at night are in the upper 40’s.
So, what does that mean?
Summer is over. Well not officially, but for all practical purposes, it is.
We had some good times this summer some of which I’ve shared here. Those moments when the MMK family thinks back to the summer of ’16, we’ll have some fun memories to make use smile.
I don’t know if it will be remembered as the summer of our trip to DC, or the summer of Baseball Camp or STEM Camp, or the summer we saw Lucy the elephant. No difference. It was simply a summer filled with fun moments.
Here are some of those moments.
P.S. Make sure to share a summer pic in the comments. Keep the summer alive.
Beginnings can be scary, intimidating, and upsetting. They also can be fun and exciting. Plenty of times, they’re both.
Pictures are floating around Facebook of parents sending their children off to school for the first day. Smiles abound. It makes me wonder what if every day was the first day of the school year.
BR met IL in kindergarten. Before September was over, I was hearing about IL regularly. While walking one morning, BR told me, “IL is the best friend a guy could have.”
The first play date BR had outside of our neighborhood was with IL. I was nervous when I left him there. BR was excited. When I picked him up two hours later, BR was still smiling.
The boys seemed to understand and appreciate each other in a way that others did not. They were their own group and in their own world.
Not Always Best Friends
It’s been two years since BR and IL have been together in the same school. When Mrs. MMK and I pulled BR from school, we made sure to tell him that we would schedule play dates with IL regularly. And they have gotten together regularly since then. Of course, life is busy, and the definition of regularity continues to lengthen.
Crackers, dry toast, and bananas.
No, this is not the ingredients to a crazy new diet scheme. Or maybe it is – I don’t know.
But it is what made up my diet for the first few days of the week.
And it’s not about me trying to lose weight, or having given up on taste, or revolting against food shopping.
My stomach was acting up.
I’ll spare you the details. You’re welcome.
On Wednesday night, I had table food. It was almost as exciting as when BR and SJ started eating real food. Okay, over dramatic.
None the less, I was happy to eat and happier to have no after affects other than a few moments of quaking.