From the left.
Standing in the kitchen.
For all of you that have been asking for pictures of the house... I'm sorry - I will try and post house updates more regularly. I guess I just figured no one really cared much about the house building except for us...but then a good friend reminded me that some people do take joy in other people's happiness. Touche'...thanks for the reminder!
Ah September...how I do love you. You are my birth month. You are the last beautiful taste of Summer. You have warm days and cool nights. Your weather brings flowers with the most amazing colors. You're back to school. You're apples. Your sky holds a lower sun. You introduce Autumn with such grace. There are songs written about you. You are a peaceful end to a Summer of fun. I will miss you sweet September...until next year...
Pop Pop diligently chalking the field...and do you notice the mow lines too? 
What am I going to do when next year, he will have officially out grown the last of the 8 Gymboree baseball shirts I have bought him over the years?
Maybe dress like his idol? Otherwise known as Sam (his cousin).
The clothes may have to change...but the Lego phase I believe...is just beginning.
Speaking of wide eyes...wow...is that a silver crown in my 6 year old's mouth?!? The boy got a baby root canal! AND two fillings...AND a crown...holy moly. And he was a total trooper...did I mention that? Because of his age and the procedure, he understandably got a bit of laughing gas... Here are his comments on the way home:
Coop: Mom you know what happened to me? My brain went to sleep and then my body got all wiggly...because when your brain goes to sleep it can't tell your muscles what to do.
Me: Hahaha, yeah buddy that's pretty much what happens...so did you feel the shot they gave you?
Coop: No, I was too busy smelling the peaches (laughing gas flavor he picked) that I didn't even notice!
Me: Coop, do you know that your silver tooth is called a "crown"?
Coop: Well that makes sense because it is the king of all the teeth now.
I just love profile pictures of my children. I'm not sure what it is that attracts me but their profiles seem to enhance their innocence somehow. Their eyes always seem to be wide open...taking life in I suppose. Their features are still soft; still "childlike". I guess I'm catching them experiencing life and I feel as though I have captured a bit of their wonder and amazement. I feel special to be a participant...even if only through my lens.
What a lovely evening with friends and family.
And good old Pop Pop.
Love you all. Love 39. Love life.
On Tuesday Cooper started Kindergarten. Absolutely no pictures were allowed...the most he would consent to was a photo of his backpack. Sigh. We have made it through week one with almost no tears. Day one was a gallant show of bravery on his part (and I suppose mine too if truth be told). He was scared no doubt about it, but wasn't going to let it show if it killed him. Day 3 he was having so much fun that he thought he'd try "after school care" which was fine until it was only him and one other girl left...that's when the aid said the "Where is my mommy? When is my mommy coming?" questions started. When I walked in at 4:45 there were definitely some red welled eyes that were clearly showing relief more than worry at that point.
where Cooper asked me what this was...
and my mom got this great photo.
