And here it is - the beginning of the end of summer. Soccer and football started at a challenging 7 am today, and I've already filled the calendar with upcoming scrimmages, practices, team meetings, etc. School hasn't even started yet, and we're steaming up to a breakneck pace.
I'm lamenting the end of summer. It's not as though we didn't take advantage of it.
We watched lots of lacrosse.
And we visited Princeton when we were in the area for a lacrosse tournament.
The kids swam for summer swim team, but I have no pictures of that.
John and I took an overnight to DC.
We got to spend all the time we wanted in the National Gallery. In fact when one day wasn't enough, we went back for a second. We ate at Hook in Georgetown, which is incredibly inventive in its food pairings. (My favorite was the beet, goat cheese, pistachio salad. Sounds sketchy, but is making my mouth water just thinking about it!) The only downside of the experience was the tough lesson in practicality that I had to learn the hard way: You can't wear cute sandals for two days of downtown DC walking. Or, rather, you can but you'll have blisters that can be seen on Google Earth that subsequently require doctor's attention. Said doctor told me that I needed to lose the cute shoes. Hmph. Not bloody likely!
We then packed up the car with the kids, the dog and lots of sunscreen and headed to Florida for a week at Captiva Island. The laptop went with me, and I worked on schoolwork all the way down and back, but put it completely away while on vacation. It only took a day or two for me to exhale and actually relax.
Captiva is magical.
The water was sparkling tourquoise, and clear enough to see the shells on the bottom. Having grown up on the Gulf of Mexico, it was hard to believe that this was the same Gulf I'd played in in South Texas.
Of course, I drafted this post on August 15th, and here it is August 30, and I can hardly remember my train of thought.
We've had a full week of school for all of us. Conner has already potentially torn ligaments in his shoulder, Carey's in full-on soccer practice, Cullen loves middle school and there you have it. Breakneck speed again.
My goal is to be better about blogging. I think about it a lot, but can't seem to telepathically communicate with my computer. Maybe I've just not tried hard enough. . .