Labor Day '07

Happy September and Labor Day weekend!

Yep, that means a few of our friends are back to work now (you poor people). And without a doubt, it means the "Pashedmans" are back together for a weekend to celebrate Sarah's birthday!

The weather is gorgeous, as are these girls in a shot from last weekend :-)

Wanted to toss in a photo of our little nephew, who we can't wait to have with us this Saturday night. Four of us babysitting three kids... should go well right? RIGHT?

...... annnnnd we're back. Babysitting was definitely a tiny bit of 'labor' on this fine Labor Day weekend - but a blast to spend time with everyone in our home!

---Picture me holding Emily's legs on the toilet while she contemplates whether she really wants to poop in the potty or in her diaper, while my friend Sarah is running back and forth down the hallway looking for a baby diaper for the screaming Jake who had no problem deciding where he wanted his poop to go. This all after Emily had already peed on the couch :-) And McKenna calmly sitting at the coffee table coloring and asking me - unprovoked - if Uncle Gary and I get lonely with it being just the two of us. Funny.---

It's a good thing we love them lots! (we still do, E&J, I promise) Oh, the boys you ask? They were out with the dogs.

Our Sunday - Sarah's birthday - was also a great time as we woke up for a run and then biked around the Beachcomber area in Welfleet. The weekend ended with a tootle around Osterville on the boat, finally relaxed in the crisp air and catching up with a few more friends.

So now it's September for real, and a friend of mine puts it a good way:

"Early Sunday afternoon, as we packed up our things, it was already sinking in. Back to life. Back to reality. No more beach at the end of the street. No more eating and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Work awaits. Deadlines loom before me. The chimney man is coming at the crack of dawn Tuesday morning. But then I remember the Cape and the breeze blowing through the trees.

"And as we cross the Bourne, then head up 495, we notice that trees are already starting to change. Auburn reds pop through rows of green. Then there is talk of apple picking and halloween. A twinge of excitement runs through me as I entertain thoughts of Christmas. And I know that while the end of summer means the end of a lot of things, it also signifies the beginning of lots of others. And I am glad for it." - MLXC

Thanks for the reminder, girl. I really am eager for hiking and camping and cozy layers of clothing... It was a very good summer.