well...

Well, summer is officially over for Michael and I and I'm sad. Sad to leave Oliver and Lennon. Sad I can't sleep in a bit. Sad for Mazzy. Sad I won't be carpooling with Michael anymore. Sad I don't get paid more to work with 4 year olds. Just sad. The summer went fast and we did NOTHING we said we would do. We said we'd paint the house (3 years and counting). We said we'd buy curtains. We said we'd finish he landscaping in the backyard. We said we'd finish Lennon's room. We said we'd go to Schlitterbahn. We said we'd go to Galveston. I said I'd meet a few friends for lunch. It always seems like you'll have lots of time, but before you know it August is here and school is starting. Life goes by so fast and I really need a pause button most days. Sometimes, it's 9:00 in the evening before I can sit, relax, and reflect. I just more time. More time in the day, more time in the week, more time in the year.

A few things that did happen though: Oliver just recently got the idea of potty training (seriously, he's just started to go potty everyday since this last Sunday - it's a MIRACLE), and Lennon rolled over and started to grab her tiny fat toes. That's something to celebrate.

So, next summer we plan to take a vacation, paint the house, do some landscaping, put curtains up, and have lunch with friends. I have enough time, right?

the endless summer...

Oh how I wish it was. One of the GREAT things about being a teacher: the summer vacation! The bad thing: having to go back to work and not being with my babies all day. Every August I get super sad and wish I could stay home. Oliver and Lennon drive me crazy sometimes, but I LOVE them dearly and love the time we spend together over the summer. Oliver becomes so attached to us and he really resists going to school or elsewhere. Today when Michael left for work, Oliver cried and told him"No work daddy!" Poor guy. Tomorrow I go back, but I am thankful that this year my kids will be watched by my mom and mother-in-law. I thought the older they got, the easier it would be to leave them - NOT TRUE! It's just as hard as the first day we had to leave Oliver in daycare. It broke our hearts and it still does. Guess I need to win the lotto...