Only a week until the term “school night” becomes relevant to our family. We are excited and nervous and tired of wondering and looking forward to finding out and hoping that our new schedule – with the long commute – isn’t too brutal.
Last week I took Simon school shopping. Just me and him. He was a perfect shopping companion. He was decisive but not too picky, he was fine with my ruling on nothing with Angry Birds, he was patient waiting in line for the fitting room, and he was quick to point out that green pants with a blue and green striped shirt is too much green. (Good eye, my friend, good eye.)
When we finally finished, we stopped to get an ice cream cone from the Mr. Softee truck, which fulfilled one of the boy’s long-standing dreams.
It was well after 10:00 by the time he got to bed, and it was after 10:00 the next morning when he finally woke up (though he never acted tired while we were shopping). His late morning gave me a chance to see what it’s going to be like to have him gone all day, and to remember what it’s like to have just two kids at home. I’m realizing that Oliver is getting to the game stage and it looks like my future has a lot of Uno and Memory in it – and a lot of reading as well.
For one of our final summer activities, we went to the High Line (a park that used to be an elevated train line on the west side of Manhattan) to make butterfly wings, walk in the butterfly parade, and then release a few butterflies into the wild. The weather was nice when we left home, but it was raining when we got to the city. We stepped into the Apple Store to wait it out, met up with Micah, then decided to press on through the rain anyway. And it was a good thing we did. We had a great time decorating our butterfly wings and running around the High Line with them.