What is it with summertime that is goes by so quickly? Tomorrow is August 1st. How is that even possible? It’s been a super busy summer, with all of the traveling and guests that we’ve had, but it still doesn’t feel like August yet. Which means I really have only one month of real summer left here in IOWA. We’ll spend September in Italy (which will be absolutely glorious) but then we will be back and it will be the autumn. (And then… the dreaded WINTER. Oh gosh. There will be snow and ice and a deficiency of sunshine.)
AND, the week we arrive home from Italy, it will be Paolo’s first birthday! Yikes! Doesn’t seem possible. I can’t really wrap my mind around that one.
I have to start thinking about his first birthday party. Maybe a sailboat/nautical theme….But I am open to ideas, so please send me some!
The summer time here is gorgeous. It’s been warm and sunny; everything is lush and green. I have started Paolo in mommy & me swim lessons, so we go to the pool every morning. We have been spending a lot of time outside and it has been quite nice.
I, however, cannot stop worrying about the winter. How obnoxious is that? I try not to think about it, but the thought of snow on the ground from October to March makes me very nervous. I know it will be pretty to have snow around, and it will be fun for Paolo to play in….I do see the positive side of having a true winter.
But oh my goodness. I am worried about all the coming months that we will be spending freezing our patooties off. I envision Paolo and I becoming housebound instead of scraping ice off the windshield of my SUV. (I know, I know, I can’t hardly believe it either that I chose to sign a lease on a place without a garage. I mean, really. What was I thinking? I think all of that California sunshine had gone to my head.)
In the meantime, I am going to try to quiet my winter anxiety and continue to enjoy the gorgeous summer.