The end of summer

The end of summer

This week marked the official end of summer for us. No, it’s still hot as hell outside; 107 degrees yesterday, in fact. It was the reality that Annie went back to work. Gone are the glorious days of sleeping in until the kids woke up. Yes, that was really only till about 7:30am, but now it’s 6am sharp. Ugh. I do not like this turn of events. No sir.

Summer was a real blast for us, and I know I kind of dropped off the blogosphere after the Disney trip, but maybe it was because we were having too much fun to write.

No, that wasn’t it. It was mostly dealing with our wonderful 3-year-old Frances cope with the devastation that not everything is to go her way, all the time. That right there is a 24-hour job. It doesn’t end at bedtime. Nope. Not when little Miss Sunshine likes to get out of bed 3 or 4 times for no apparent reason. No one knows the true meaning of terror until you wake up in the middle of the night and a small human is staring at you in the dark, right in front of your face. Remind me again why it’s not OK to padlock your child in her room at night?

Frances, Frances, Frances… We love her so much. She is wicked smart. She can even spell her name. But man, can she be a 3 year old… Kids say the darndest things, and she is no exception. Her working knowledge of swear words would impress a sailor. We had Open House at preschool on Sunday and I was biting my lip hoping she would say all the right things, and none of the wrong things. Don’t worry. She made us proud. Everyone was amazed when we said she just turned 3. She is so much taller than kid’s her age.

She started daycare last week and has already brought home a cold into our house. Which, of course, made its rounds to everyone. Eloise is just now back to her snot free self. Let’s just hope for no ear infections!

Eloise is an eating machine. The amount of food she consumes each sitting is amazing. It’s not our fault, though. She is totally self-feeding and thus self-regulating. We tried spoon-feeding her and she wants nothing of it. She wants to shovel her food in with both hands. Literally. So far, anything goes. There are very few foods she will not eat.

So a little bit about the summer:

Let’s start with what happened 2 weeks after I got back from Disneyland. I woke up with excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. After driving all over Turlock for tests, I was immediately scheduled for an emergency appendectomy. This happened the week of: A: Eloise’s 1st birthday party, B: Her 1 year professional photo shoot, C: My band’s gig at a new venue, and D: 6 days before I was to board a plane and fly to Kentucky with the wife and kids.
All were cancelled or rescheduled except for the flight. No way was I going to miss that. So 6 days later and minus one appendix, we boarded a plane bound for Kentucky. And of course, during the layover in Chicago I would have to run to the next terminal… With Frances in my arms. A great way to test those sutures, let me tell you.

But we made it to Kentucky, even though our bags did not (Thanks, O’Hare International). There’s nothing like a little trip to Wal-mart the next day for socks and underwear.

Once there, my mom had a huge 4th of July party planned and we got to see so many of the family that I hadn’t seen in years! I was so happy they got to meet Eloise, and in some cases even Frances for the first time. They impressed everyone, and Frances made lots of new friends. It was very sad to have to leave after 2 short weeks, and I can tell my parents were really going to miss us. Maybe not the babysitting part, though. An upright and walking 1-year-old can wreck havoc in a house that isn’t baby-proofed.

Instead of going back to KY again in August for my 20th year (20th!!!) high school reunion, I called my high school buds Noah and Nick, and they rallied all the old friends I cared about. We decided to have our own impromptu reunion BBQ. (Sorry High School reunion planners!) It’s pretty amazing how in some cases it’s been 10 years since I’ve seen some of these guys, and yet it felt so natural to hang out again and talk. We’ve all maybe gotten a little older, a little bigger, and at least picked up 2 kids along the way, but other than that… the same. Oh, and Frances fell in the pool fully clothed. That’s our Frances!

Back to California we came, and it was good to be home. Except for the fact that we then had to plan a birthday party for both Frances & Eloise, and reschedule Eloise’s photo shoot. The party went off without a hitch and they both enjoyed their birthday cupcakes and great gifts. It was nice to see all the Masellis family together again.

It’s kind of sad to see summer fade away though. It’s a fair trade I suppose. To see those temperatures drop and the leaves fall. Autumn is just around the corner. And you know what that brings? That’s right… Ridiculous Halloween costumes for the children!

I leave you with a few quotes and anecdotes:

1: Frances on Eloise: “I love her sweet little baby head.”

2: Frances: “I’m a grown up”
Annie: “You are not a grown up”
Frances: “Yes, I am. I’m a teeny-tiny grown up.”

3: It’s bedtime and Frances wants to hear a song.
Frances: “Sing me ‘Francie and Mama’”.

4: This last one is great. One day, Frances asked me if I knew the Muffin Man. And for some reason I decided to joke with her and say “Nope, never heard of him”. Big mistake. Now at least 4 times a day I get: “Dada?…” she asks sincerely. “Yes, Frances?”, I reply. “Do you know the Muffin Man?”

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