August was pretty amazing. Sometimes in August I start to get really anxious about the cold weather that is surely just around the corner. I have a REALLY hard time enjoying fall because I work myself into a panic about winter coming. Luckily, our August was so full of fun I didn’t have time to get worried.
“I Am a Backhoe” was on the shelf at the library one day, so I was guaranteed five minutes to flip through a magazine.
After our library stop we discovered a moon bounce and free pizza at Brighton Common. Both were a hit with this kid (and with me).
One week in to August, we ventured to Cape Cod — full documentation of that wonderful trip here.
Our return to Boston made me a little sad about our backyard-less life. But then we went for a Sunday walk and I remembered we have acres of green within minutes of our house. We’re happy.
That week was Soren’s birthday! Plenty of pictures and celebratory words about that here.
And then, just four days after returning from Cape Cod, we took off for Butterhill.
I was planning to keep Soren rear facing for many more months, but Tim convinced me it would be OK to turn him around for our drive to New Hampshire. It might have been the best car ride of Soren’s life. (Eating pizza on the go didn’t hurt.)
Good morning! This might be Soren’s most-loved rock in the world.
Our New Hampshire back yard.
Tim and Soren went for a bike ride while I caught up on some work. Their destination? A lake with rocks and ducks, of course.
Preparing to throw.
He really would like to pet a duck. We have yet to convince him it’s not a good idea.
When they got back we went for a spin around the “lake.” It’s tiny and takes about 20 seconds to paddle across.
We had a few Boston friends join us at Butterhill. On Saturday morning we took a hike to Lonesome Lake.
I’m definitely more of a beach person than a lake/mountains person, but this sight was spectacular.
I guess he’d rather hike than pose.
Had to get a pic with the white blaze for Grandmama and Pappy (and Beau and Mackenzie).
Not sure how we would’ve survived the summer without Soren’s Keens.
That afternoon we did a little Butterhill exploring.
Another canoe ride, with an extra friend in tow. I REALLY wish I knew how to use my camera. Why did my pictures suddenly turn blueish?
More friends.
City baby turned nature baby.
And then back to Boston for one final August week.
Excuse the blur. But Soren loves to sit on small objects and I couldn’t not keep this photo.
I walked in on these two like this.
I love finding pictures of Soren on Tim’s phone. (This is from one of their Friday rendezvous in Coolidge Corner.) After a summer of beach trips and sand box shenanigans, our car and house are covered in sand.
Soren is a little bit of a playground snob. This was a new one we stumbled upon after visiting Tim at work. Creative water features (note Soren’s wet hair) and long ramps to run up and down = a winner.
I’ll never get tired of breastfeeding my baby. During World Breastfeeding Week I loved reading many great essays and stories, and one person online mentioned something about not having enough documentation of her breastfeeding years. So I had Tim snap a photo of this post-church milk fest.
And then, our final beach visit in August. We brought Rachael and Job to Nahant, and Soren loved having additional playmates.
King of the sand hill.
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