september

We’ve made it to September and I find myself somewhat sentimental about the season change we seem to be experiencing in our family.

Noah started 3rd grade and is loving it. He has a fantastic teacher who says she appreciates his “enthusiasm.” What more could a parent ask for? His teeth are finally filling in the big gaps in his mouth (which comes with the realization that, holy cow, we’d better start saving for braces), his legs are long and skinny and his feet are stinking huge. Toby was folding socks the other night and pulled out a pair of baby socks that somehow keep cycling through the wash. He told me it was time to do some “sorting” of the socks. I couldn’t quite make myself throw them away. He has to read out loud each day for a certain amount of time. Last night he was reading to me in his bed before he went to sleep and I looked over and made the realization that he has almost finished a 400 page book…on his own. And I’m happy about that. Mostly.

Evan starts preschool tomorrow. He CANNOT wait to go to school. He’s sure he will have homework, like Noah. For all our sake, I sure hope they give him something. The new mantra for that boy is “I can do it BY MY SELF.” He’s figured out how to buckle his own seat belt and we now can just go out to the car and I only worry about getting myself in. It’s been over 8 years since I have been able to do that. What will I do with all the spare time?

The summer was a great time. I got to spend some family-less days in Illinois with my dear friend from college, Andie. It was refreshing and rejuvenating, and I was ready to come back home afterward.

We got to go to Colorado and even intersected for a few days with Luke and Sherry and the kids. Cousin time is always fantastic. We are blessed.

Warning: I didn’t realize how many pictures were sitting on the camera from the last couple of months.

Welcome to a Schmidt Family Fourth of July. Each child is given a quadrant of the car, which is how we train them to get it really clean. It’s funny that I just said “we”. They’ve long since given up on me, but there still may be hope for the next generation.

This was during Evan’s cowboy boots phase. The sweat band is just pure Evan.

Same story here.

A Sunday afternoon with the Schmidt boys

Noah’s favorite position: Catcher

They’re still small enough to fit in the same chair.

A trip to the Denver zoo and Imax with Grandma

Fishing with the cousins

Playing cars

First day of 3rd grade.

Finally, the Ninja Turtles came to help clean. So nice of them.

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