If you had told me five years ago that, in the not-too-distant-future, I would become a mother, yogi, lover of pie, and have my life sort of figured out – I would not have believed you. I still struggle to believe it now: I’m an unconventional mother and yogi, and my love for pie might actually be an obsession.
Transitioning out of August and into September brings thoughts of cool nights and warm, sunny days. The dog days of summer and the refrain of the song synonymous with both the winter holidays and the back to school season. But is it really the most wonderful time of the year? New clothes, books, pencils…the list is endless. In my household, the change in schedules and sleeping patterns wreaks havoc for at least a couple of weeks. And then we have the class schedule drama. Having two teens brings a certain amount of controlled chaos to your life. Especially when they have been away at a local camp for nearly all of the summer. The camp that they went to was similar to Camp North Star which they went to when they were younger and it still has the same effect on them now. They always come back hyper after these trips which is definitely not what you need when you’re preparing for them to go back to school. At least they had a good time though.
Now, I’m pretty sure you’ve noticed by now that I have a thing for kid’s shoes. But I bet you didn’t know that Lyric’s very FIRST pair of shoes, were Converse! Pretty much as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I went online and ordered the smallest pair of Classic Converse Chuck Taylor‘s they make! Let me tell you.. they were ADORABLE! I remember getting them in the mail, opening them up and placing them on my (HUGE) belly in anticipation!
I have started and restarted this post so many times… all on my phone’s note app, and all from the toilet. You know what I’m talking about. The struggle of trying to find time alone when even the bathroom is no longer sacred.
“Are you going poo poo?”
“Where’s your penis? Is it invisible?”
“I need a snack!”
“let’s play catch! (While already throwing a ball at your head)
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