Monday, September 15, 2008

Dragon at the Door

Hey, you know how I start every post, don't you? That's right, "well it's been a long time since I've blogged..." I know, shut up.
Since the 'Hallmark' post we've been crazed - we spent our 10th anniversary in Philly at the Rittenhouse Hotel, and in case you haven't been, it's pretty freakin nice. Of course, since Vir and Ehren sent a bottle of champagne that was waiting in our room for us when we arrived, it made the room seem that much better. A side note to all of you readers out there - by all means, send us champagne. We'll like you more, and we'll make a make a mental list of all of our other friends that aren't spectacular enough to send us bottles... wine or scotch is also acceptable. Oh, and before I forget to mention it, my wife is great and all, blah blah blah, but the food we had that weekend was absurdly good. Really, really good. I don't even know where to begin. Plus, I had someone in a tuxedo bring me toothpaste on a silver platter... and there was a tv in the bathroom. I had a blueberry muffin while I was sitting on the toilet watching the end of Coyote Ugly. It was seriously one of the highlights of my life.
Sam started kindergarten and soccer the week after we got back, so we went right from the summer to rushing around to two different schools, soccer practice, teacher meetings, etc. It was wickedly stressful for me the first few days, and half of the stress was worrying about the boy. I thought it would be sort of a big deal for him - new school, new teachers, new friends - but he didn't seem to let it bug him for a second. As a matter of fact, I'm not so sure he even wanted me to pick him up as early as I did. I'm used to it now, but it's still weird to see him trudge off to class with his backpack bouncing off his heels at each step. He's just old. Creeps me out.
Lily, finally, has fulfilled her lifelong dream and become an official ballerina. She has the tutu, the ballet slippers, and a class of like-minded three year olds, so she's good to go. I'm honestly surprised she actually let Sara drive her home afterwards, I just thought she would abandon us entirely and start to tour with a tiny ballet company.
Still, September keeps me on my toes no matter how well things are panning out, and I can't help but feel like I'm walking a tightrope. Luckily, I've got a couple of things to hang on to...
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