Friday, September 2, 2016

Dear September


Backpacks and footballs and heat, oh my! It's September, friends.

It's that lovely time of year when fall fanatics turn their calendars, grab their scarves and pumpkin spice lattes, and head out in 100-degree weather. I am in no rush for pumpkin time, but I do like the fact that September should leave cooler than it came. School routines are firmly in place and the idea of spending time beneath Friday Night Lights does sound enticing. September always has its highs and lows and this particular one is no different.

YAY: We're only wrapping up Week Three, but this school year has been wonderful. Nathan says fourth grade is the best yet, and he lives for art class and GT. He's already gotten to play a round of dodge ball with his principals. What's not to love? As for kindergarten, Owen is obsessed. He says his favorite class is "instruments" and he loves writing numbers. He hates the weekend because there is no school, and he does not want to discuss Labor Day.

BOO: Owen was absent last Tuesday. As you can imagine he was displeased. We were further displeased when our ENT said he needed his tonsils and adenoids removed. Obviously, I'm terrified about this. His poor breathing has resulted in sleepless nights for years, though, so I know this will be a good thing. I'm worried about his week-long recovery later this month. He's devastated about missing an entire week of school.

YAY: Tonight marks the return of school colors, band shows, and extra-large nachos. The Bauer Boys woke up this morning psyched for the first pep rally of the season {Owen, mostly excited about the first bus ride of his life}. Football is king in southwest Arkansas, and in my sleepy little town in particular. Tonight our team plays my hometown team, so we have a house divided. 

BOO: My garden is done. Finished. Kaput. Other than the okra, everything is dead {or ruined by bugs, weeds, and general disinterest}. The lush landscape I blogged about in July has met its demise. It's always sad to see a see a season close, but now I must decide whether we stare at a blank patch until spring or commit to fall crops. I'll just keep picking okra and see if inspiration hits this month.

YAY: CYM starts back next week! Jonathan and I lead the youth group at our church, and it kicks off next Wednesday. I have spent hours researching hilarious games, team-building ideas, and inventive ways to encourage prayer. I love setting up our meeting room, then opening the door to eager teenagers. Watching these kids grow in faith pushes me in mine, and I can't wait to get going.

There's a snapshot of our month. There's good, there's bad, and there's a week of Owen eating ice cream on the couch. I'm prepared, though. Bring it on, September.


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