Summer's End

This is my last week of summer vacation. Next week I start back to work. And, while I'm excited to be working just three days per week instead of five, I'm still feeling blue about summer ending. When Andrew was a peanut, that first summer, I had a hard time being home. No routine, no structure, nowhere to go? I don't know, but I felt restless. Last summer I was newly pregnant and very ill. It was mostly a blur.

But this summer. This has been pure joy. I'm not a brand new mommy anymore - I found the guts to travel all over with two wee ones. Everywhere except the grocery store. I'm still not that brave. But we went to beaches - big and little, the zoo, children's museums, parks, picnics, walks, blueberry picking, visiting family, and much much more. The blissful part of summer is that we could do all that but still not feel rushed or hurried. It has been wonderful.

So last night I told Ryan, "This is my last week at home. I don't know if I should try to cram it full of lots of fun things. Or if I should just stay at home and play with my babies." Today we stayed home. Played outside. Made a chalk racetrack for Andrew to "ride" his bike (read: sit on it and walk with his feet).






Before the day really got going, before the racetrack and lunch and tantrums around naptime, we had a sweet morning. Abigail dozed off on me and I reclined a bit on the couch. Andrew came over with his favorite yellow blanket and cuddled up with us. Awww... how long will both of my babies fit on me like that? Hopefully they'll still fit next summer. Cuz mommy isn't ready to give that up.