Last week Larson and I went to Kindergarten Orientation. Moving from preschool to kindergarten is a pretty big deal!
He was happy to learn that a number of kids from his preschool class will be attending the same school. There are four kindergarten classes, so it’s unlikely that they’ll all be together, but the odds are good that there will be one or two of the kids in each class.
On Saturday we had a family field trip. To FENWAY PARK!!
We took Alistair to a minor-league game there years ago, and he had a school field trip there in first grade, but this was his first Red Sox game – and Larson’s first visit altogether.
Luckily the weather was on our side, it was sunny and mid-70’s.
We had fairly good seats, and we were in the shade, which is perfect because I hadn’t thought to apply sunscreen on anyone, and three out of four of us don’t like the heat.
The boys couldn’t believe the assortment of food you could buy from the roaming vendors – hot dogs, lemonade, sports bars, popcorn – and quickly watching the game became secondary to eating, hahaha.
I was a happy girl – I love Fenway Park. There is something indescribable about being there. So much green, so much sky. My eyes usually tear up a little the first time I go from the concourse into the stands. Every. Single. Time.
It’s just magical.
After roughly six weeks, I have a finished project to show you.
I started it during our trip to Washington back in March, and although for a change it was my only knitting project, it still took a while. Most of it was not particularly complicated knitting, it’s simply a matter of volume. And time. Once I got to the edging it was so pretty and so different from the previous miles of stitches, I was zipping through it like crazy.
I bound off on Saturday, and spent a happy hour on Mother’s Day blocking it out.
It was dry by Monday morning, so after work I was able to talk Larry into taking the ‘after’ photos on the back porch.
I love everything about it. So happy with this one.
Ready for the big reveal?
Here’s what Alistair’s room looked like pre-reno:
And here’s what it looks like now:
This past weekend was Somerville Open Studios. It has grown from a small community event to one of largest free art events in the country.
For the past few years Alistair and I have spent an afternoon touring with his friend and his mom. They live nearby, so we meet up and walk up the hill to Somerville together.
The nearest studios were just a few minutes’ walk from our neighborhood, and so that’s where we started.
We try to visit different studios every year, but between one thing and another there are always a few repeats. For instance, Alistair has been talking about this particular garden since last spring.
And has become our tradition, we end the afternoon at the Russian museum.
Know what? Life is pretty good for my boys.
Over the course of school vacation week, they:
- went to the Cambridge Science Festival with my mother-in-law
- saw Paul Revere with me
- went on a Story Walk with my parents
- went to Plimouth Plantation with their cousins
- went to the Museum of Science with my mother-in-law
- went to the movies with Larry and me (we saw the Jungle Book)
As for Larry and I, mostly we worked. We did take some time off to renovate Alistair’s room – fresh paint and new furniture as befitting a ten-year-old boy.
The finishing touches are still a few days away, and I will post a full reveal at that point. For now, just know that it is happening.
Yesterday was Patriots’ Day – Marathon Monday – the start of school vacation week here.
It was a gorgeous sunny spring day. We walked up to the square to see Paul Revere ride through town.
And came home to have lunch on the back porch.
Marathon Monday is a bittersweet day for me now, and likely for many others. I’ve written about it before – here and here – and won’t get into it again. But as I said, it was a gorgeous day, and all of the coverage was about positive, feel-good stories, so that’s a plus. The healing continues, although the memory is not likely to fade.
On a much lighter note, Larson started youth soccer on Saturday. This is his first experience with organized sports, and I wasn’t sure how he’d react.
I needn’t have worried. He loved it!
He can’t WAIT for the next session, and is already asking if he can sign up for the summer round as well.
I wish he could following the morning routine without prompting AT HOME….