Every year in August the kids go back to school. Like clockwork. And sometime shortly thereafter I go to "Back to School Night". This year I went to four "Back to School Nights". And I, like clockwork, feeling delightfully rejuvenated and full of myself after a nice sunny summer, was ready to conquer the world.
Halloween Party? Sign me up.
The kindergarten Harvest Festival? Sure, I'll do that. Sounds fun.
Yearbook? Why not? - I already take a million pictures.
Volunteer in the classrooms? Yes.
Help with the Golf Tournament. You bet.
You need an Airband Chair Person? I can do that.
Team mom? Yes.
Brownie leader? Of course.
Anything else? Oh, yeah. This year I thought it would be fun to teach the fifth graders Spanish. (I don't even have a fifth grader.) You know what? Throw in the fourth graders, too. (I don't even have a fourth grader.)
And, then like clockwork right about this time of year, every year, it all starts falling apart and I start sprouting new gray hairs as I realize I can't be in two places at once. Or three. Like the Third Grade Halloween party and the Kindergarten Harvest Festival and taking pictures of the Halloween parade for yearbook.
When will I learn? But now you know what I've been doing instead of Blogging.
But I will tell you this. Our urban farm has reached a new "egg"cellent level of existence.
I'm so pleased. Happy Fall.
And here are a few more pics just because I love you and who knows when I'll be sitting here again...
We went to a beach wedding.
Took the kids to Disneyland. Name that ride.
I'm pretty sure I had those exact sunglasses when I was his age. Loved 'em.
We grew this singular, darling fig on the fig tree we planted last spring on our "farm". (Disclaimer: the fig was already on the tree when we bought it so I don't know if we can really take credit for "growing" it. But we did ripen it. And it was yummy.
Look at my "tough as nails" 8 year old daughter going head to head with a big ol' 7th grade boy!
You wanna know where she gets her toughness? I'll give you one guess...
Ahh. How sweet is he? He gets that from his dad. Thank goodness.
Another one from "Team Mom". Feisty as they make 'em. But such a great kid. (Warning: I'm about to brag. Feel free to avert your eyes.) He got almost straight A's on his first report card in high school including 3 A+'s (P.E., Geometry, & Biology). We won't talk about that B- in English.
Another one from the Happiest Place on Earth. Name that location...
And to round out the family - another one for "Team Dad" so sweet and gentle (usually). How cute is she at the Harvest Festival?
Now I'm really going. Hugs, H
