With the first day of fall looming on the horizon (I SEE YOU, THURSDAY), I’m reminiscing about our incredible summer. Remember that Midsummer Bucket List? Yeah, we kind of crushed it.
Eat more ice cream?
Check. Check. Check. Just all the checks, really. Our local favorite continues to be Ici, because strawberry balsamic swirl.
Get my kids swimming?
1 for 2! A one-week intensive got my big girl totally water-safe and my little guy well on his way. I miss the reassurance (and let’s be real: convenience) of those Puddle Jumpers, but since daddy does most of the swimming with them anyways, I’ll just be over here reading my book in the shade, sooooo…
Family water balloon fight?
This DID happen (several times), but please learn from my major water balloon battle errors. 1) Never give away the uphill advantage, and 2) If you fill up “Bunch of Balloons” too far in advance, they will leak and become essentially unbreakable, and uh, OUCH.
Wear more sundresses?
YASSSSSS. I’ve been living in a Mi Goldrina-lookalike dress I scored on J.Crew Factory (my newest obsession), a chambray shirtdress that’s way too cool for me, and a children’s shift from Vineyard Vines that I totally copied from Charlotte.
Take my kids to a baseball game?
Check, check! But here’s the thing: taking small children to a sporting event requires adjusting one’s expectations of what attending said sporting event will be like. Some members of our family are, ahem, handling this adjustment better than others.
More beach days?
Outdoor movie night?
Total failure to execute, but in my defense, this is what my backyard currently looks like 🖕🏻Maybe Indian summer will hold on just long enough for a fall movie night? TBD.
All in all, it was a dream summer full of fresh air and adventure and the kind of quality time together families hope for but so often rarely attain. Not to be an annoying mom blog cliché, but my heart is so full. Seriously, I can’t even bring myself to be pissy about pumpkin spice. (Which is usually my favorite fall pastime!) I’m sure school lunch packing will suck the gratitude right out of me in short order, but until then, brace yourselves for uncharacteristic good vibes. YOU’RE WELCOME.