September has started. Labor Day has passed. And so we begin again.
One change from last year is that school policy changed so that all the lower grade students get to wear uniforms. So in the days before school started I scrambled to find a shirt with the school logo on it for Oliver to wear on the first day. Mission accomplished.
The other new thing was the teachers, of course. Well, sort of. Simon’s 4th grade teacher was also his 2nd grade teacher. Only now she’s married and has a new name. He is happy about that. Less happy that his best friend is in a different class this year. Oliver’s teacher and class seem A-ok so far.
It was a little sad leaving the school after dropping the boys off and feeling like Elsa is so ready for kindergarten, but has another year to wait. I was sad that I couldn’t leave her, but realized that next year when she does start school, I’ll undoubtedly miss her terribly.
Elsa was not entirely left out of the first day festivities. She started a new session of gymnastics on Thursday, so we had a busy afternoon rushing from school to gymnastics—only to realize that we were half an hour early because I read the schedule for Wednesday instead of Thursday. At least we were early instead of late! And Elsa was happy to be back on the mats and the rings and the balance beam.
So, here we go again!
There were a million mosquitoes. But other than that (and the hurricane) it was perfect. We took the train out to the ferry on Friday afternoon, arriving just in time to catch the last ferry of the day. The sun was setting as we sat on the boat and it was beautiful, to put it mildly.
However, that meant it was dark when we finally got off the ferry and were finding our camping spot. And we almost didn’t make it down the boardwalk to pitch our tent because the mosquitoes nearly ate us to the bone. It was actually as we were vacillating between one spot or another (one of which bore the message, scrawled on a paper plate: “buggiest campsite!”) that I put my foot down and refused to move another inch until I sprayed us all with insect repellent.
And after that it was a dream. Sand and sunlight, blue skies and blue waves. We walked and talked and read Harry Potter in our tent when we couldn’t stand the beauty any more (or when it got a little windy).
But then news of the hurricane ruined our reverie. Hermine was out at sea, but might be coming our way. By late afternoon on Saturday, nearly all the campsites were empty. We stuck around until Sunday morning, hoping the storm would turn and the park service would stop threatening to close the ferry at noon. But even though it was a beautiful day, the threat remained and we packed up our stuff and caught the train home.
(And of course the winds and the rains never did come.)
Our time was cut short, but it was worth the trip. We’re hoping to do it again next year.
Felix chose to celebrate his half year mark be getting multiple mosquito bites on his face and no longer sleeping through the night.
He also let his sister dress him up for the occasion, with a head band she found on the ground in the park.
The boy sits like a champ, rolling around and grabbing things, and becoming quite the little flirt. He smiles at all the girls, then plays coy and buries his face in my shoulder.
I thought I saw signs of a tooth earlier this week, but it seems to have retracted (or maybe I was imagining things). And he has very little interest in eating. I’ve tried to give him some banana a few times, but he just spits it out and wants to chew on the spoon.
His hair is growing in and he no longer has a bald spot on the back of his head.
His siblings love him and love singing to him. Simon has a special rendition of “The 12 Days of Christmas” (with extra verses!), they all sing “Castle on a Cloud” and then there’s the ever popular “Hush Little Baby.” Felix will calm right down when they sing to him.
It’s so great to see him being absorbed into the family. I’m pretty stoked to see him running around with his siblings in a few more months.