This Halloween was a blur, as we spent the first half of the day driving back from the wedding. We’d stopped in Freeport overnight, but that meant 3.5 hours of driving with two wound-up kids and two tired parents.
I considered skipping trick-or-treating this year — I think the kids would have been OK with that — but after spending the majority of the day cooped up in the car, it was a relief to walk around and stretch my legs. After we got home, I told the kids to put on some costumes from their costume stash and we were off for the candy hunt.
Gwen went as a ladybug (note the pants are inside-out and backwards, a personal best), and Ellie went through a few costume changes before she settled on the above, claiming she was a maid.
Can’t tell they dressed themselves, can ya? 😉
Gwen has her first loose tooth, and she’s so eager to have it out, she keeps begging her older sister to kick her in the face.
7yo wisdom: “Burps are face farts.”
The end of a season is always bittersweet. On one hand, I adore fall and all the wonderful things that come with it; on the other, it feels like summer flew by. The hottest days were relatively few and far between up here in the north, there was not nearly enough lake time, and I could have taken a few more weeks’ vacation and not felt the pull of work.
Library work buddy.
Time to get the hairs cut!
Post-haircut treats in the park.
Playtime at Monument Park.
Hmm, I don’t think that’s how it works, girls.
Hello, Ms. Moose!
Northern Maine lakes country.
Lake time is good time.
Hill-rolling is a new favorite pastime.
Swimming in the clouds.
Hoping the rain will let up (it didn’t).
Rain, rain, go away!
And LEGOs, of course!
Letters from camp. <3
Life at the lake.
The Boy and the Boot.
Treats from Darling’s ice cream for a cause.
Selfie with my favorite kids.
7 Wonders of God Warriors
Jesus’ parking spot.
Presque Isle explorations with my big girl.
The kids are clinging, driving both their father and me nuts, so it must be time for them to go back to school. Tomorrow we’ll put them on the bus and restart the school-year routines. I feel entirely unprepared and frazzled. I may be in a bit of denial, particularly with regards to Gwen, who turns five in two days. So many mixed emotions!
September also begins a three-month-long string of events that will probably make the rest of the year fly by. There are work trips planned to British Columbia and Spain, my brother’s wedding, more home improvements, birthdays, and holidays.
It was a good summer, a solid summer. Looking back on these photos and thinking about everything we’ve done, it’s clear we made some new memories. Bring it on, autumn. We’re ready for you!
You know that thing where you wake up on a Saturday and your bed isn’t full of small children and stuffed animals? And your husband is there, and he’s all warm and smells nice and it makes you think, hmm, maybe…and so you kiss him, and you’re thinking, yeah, this is nice…so cozy…
…and suddenly, a flurry of thundering footsteps, a stampede of one. A young child, sensing a disturbance in the force, bursts through the door and flies into the bed, wedging herself directly between the two of you, crushing a few of your more sensitive body parts in the process.
Happy (belated) anniversary to us!
(And yay for bedroom door locks.)