Ugh, this week was kind of crappy, but it’s over and I survived and now I am looking forward to what will hopefully be a low-key weekend in Brooklyn (my first weekend at home in a month!). We’ve got zero plans other than a night out tomorrow with friends who are moving back to the Midwest next week. (We’ve had several big good-byes this summer and this one will be especially sad because their daughter is Jackson’s best friend and he’s really bummed out to see her go.)
We just passed the halfway point in Jackson’s summer break, which means the countdown to the first day of school has officially begun. And coincidentally, the first day of school is my birthday, so the countdown to 40 has begun as well. (And I’m looking forward to it. Thirty-nine has been a difficult year and I’m ready to sage it out and get a new number.) Despite giving Jackson what I think has been a pretty spectacular summer, for him nothing can compare to the wonder and good times of being in school, and so he’s very pleased we’re in the second half of summer break now and the first day of kindergarten is peeking up over the horizon, not too far off in the distance now. (By the way, this is how he entertains himself while he’s stuck at home waiting for Joanie to finish napping so we can go out and play — he watches YouTube videos about geography and then memorizes the names of the Unites States in alphabetical order. And then begs me to record him and put him on YouTube so everyone can see. Do we have a name yet for this generation of kids? Because I’m thinking “YouTube Generation” might be apt.)
Anyhow, the rest of us are trucking along. Joanie has grown so much over the last couple of months and is just about too big to call a baby anymore (sob). She’s not walking yet though and doesn’t seem anywhere close to taking her first steps, so I guess that, until that happens, we can still call her our baby. Truthfully, I’m good with her getting bigger. I loved almost everything about her first year, but it’s also so fun to see her become herself, and I’m really excited to learn more about who she is, to hear her talk, and to watch her make friends and figure out what she loves. It’s also cool to see the sibling relationship between her and Jackson develop and to imagine the friends they will grow up to be. Jackson is an incredible big brother — better than I had hoped, and, for all his accomplishments, it’s the way he treats his sister that makes me proudest.
Well, I didn’t mean for this to be a parent brag fest, but thank you for indulging me. This was actually a particularly stressful week as a parent with lots of tears (mostly mine, if I’m being honest), so it’s nice to acknowledge the more joyful stuff.
Hope you all have some joy in your lives to celebrate and acknowledge this week, too. Have a great weekend, and I’ll see you back here Monday!
Moneypenny August 5, 2016, 4:32 pm
Aw, this is really sweet. I’m loving hearing Jackson and Joanie stories!
I have a busy weekend. Lots going on right now but I’m hopeful things will settle down. (How’s that for being vague?) 😛
Anonymousse August 5, 2016, 5:08 pm
Awwwwwww! I love the last line of your parent brag fest. I can relate to the ups and downs.
We are celebrating our first week in our new house! It’s been a trip, that being the understatement of my life. We chose a house sort of out in the ‘burbs, so a drive to see most of our friends, (it would’ve been a drive for most of them, anyway) but I love it! It’s a pretty big place on a cul de sac, and every family but one has kids, and some our age! It’s awesome. At around 3-4 pm, everyone gets on their bikes and rides around like crazy and the parents sit in chairs and drink wine. I found my people! I’m so thankful to be totally moved. I feel like a moving champion. An expert. Happy weekend, everyone.
Skyblossom August 6, 2016, 7:50 am
Kate August 7, 2016, 5:40 am
Ugh, I reminded my mom that there’s a picture of her getting a book signed by Donald Trump in 1989, and that it’s in a drawer in their dining room. She was horrified. She must have found it because last night I started getting texts of awful pics of me from 8th, 9th, 10th grade. She refuses to photograph the Trump pic because if it’s digitized it would end up on the Internet.
Kate August 7, 2016, 2:51 pm
And I got my commissions on Friday and bought these today at Saks, my first pair:
The saleswoman said to wear them 7 or 8 times, then go to a cobbler for the red rubber soles. And if anything goes wrong, you bring them in and they send them for repair. They felt like they would not be too uncomfortable, and they’re very flattering.
Diablo August 8, 2016, 11:12 am
It has been a tough summer for M and me. I am just returning to work today after three weeks off. The first two weeks featured some good stuff, a trip to see her parents, with almost the whole family in town(only her bro was missing from the family pics we did), a trip to Edmonton to visit good friends and see Peter Gabriel and Sting close their tour, a great lake trip with some lovely canoeing. Sounds good up to that point, right? Then M’s dad passed away last Sunday. His health had been worse and worse over the last year, but he seemed okay recently, coming to our city to go to the opera with us in June, then this last visit with the whole family, which was lovely. But his poor old heart just couldn’t do it anymore. He was a couple months shy of 89 years old. He and his wife lost most of their families in WWII, and came to Canada to make a new life. He was a scholar and a teacher, who brought hundreds of students to Europe to learn about history. He spent his life befriending Jewish people and defending their basic rights (as well as those of all people) because he was so horrified by what his country (Germany) had done. He never atoned fully, even though he was a boy of 17 when the war ended, and he certainly was not aware of things until after the war, when all German POWs were forced to watch hours of films about the Holocaust. He taught generations of kids about equality and inclusion. He was my father in law for 27 years, and valued me a damn sight more highly than my own father does. In his last days, he was still planning a trip to the coast. He never stopped looking forward until the end. RIP, GHW.
Samba August 8, 2016, 2:06 pm
I’m so, so sorry to hear that Diablo 🙁 He sounds like a really remarkable person who gave so much back to the world. I got very choked up reading what you wrote about him–I can tell he meant a lot to you and M.
K August 8, 2016, 11:32 am
I love that Jackson is into geography! I was when I was little (and still am), and used to time myself on how quickly I could put together a puzzle map of the United States, when I was 5 or 6, and I learned all the capitals around 6 as well. I’m still a geography nerd today!