It's hard to believe that summer is over and school has started. And yet, it's true. Second and first grade are here.
And while it's exciting and crazy and thrilling, I'll never forget the past three months. They were some of the most joyful I have yet to experience.
(Okay... there were a few minor catastrophies.... like forgetting to book our own cabin and driving up to Big Bear TO MEET THE INLAWS only to find someone else renting our cabin. Sidenote: Telling your husband to meditate and then pay for El Pollo chicken? Not so brilliant.)
We took train trips to see crazy cousins....
We worked at the cabin, ate dirt cake and chowed more Mexican food than is healthy...
We celebrated birthdays with bubbles, candy and lots of Papa love...
And when the swimming and sprinklers and overall "I can't stand how much I love this family" subsided, we loved on Papa some more.
And since you all know by now that I write about my sex life for the world to see at Good Housekeeping, and things are going pretty calmly for this little family of four, I'm going to bid adieu to this little section of the blog world for now.
After all, if my less caffeinated nature is making my posts here less frequent (as well as less entertaining) then I know it's a prime opportunity to start bitching about my mother.
I hope you'll join me for a little "housewarming" this Thursday where I begin a new adventure writing about the transitions from being a daughter, to being a friend, to being a home remodeler.
It won't always be pleasant. It won't always be pretty. But I promise you, with the way things operate at my childhood home, it will be interesting.
Love you all -