Summer

was so short this year - it started and ended in August. But we had a great one down at Maushop Village in Mashpee, Cape Cod. My mother and her husband rented a house and you could walk to the beach. So nice. Now, I have not sunned myself for 16 years, and wasn't about to start now, but all those days hidden under the umbrella on the beach led to a sprinkling of a tan. Sean ended up with tanned forearms thanks to his awesome UV blocking beach shirt and Eric ended up with his usual burnt neck. Sean danced at the Popponesset Marketplace when they had a band at night (though this didn't start until 7 - his bedtime - so we only went a couple of times). We live on a hill here in Quincy, so going out around the neighborhood for a walk is kind of out of the question, but what a treat it was to walk the nice flat roadways of Maushop Village. Sean is a runner, though, and ended up with scraped knees more than once. He took it like a champ though, just got up and kept going.

Thought having nothing to do with Sean: why is it that while we are in the thick of things we can't appreciate them? Why do I bicker with my mother when we are together but long for her the minute we are apart again only to face months without her? I want to say this summer was better than last summer but I am not sure. Was I too critical as usual? I like to think I am helping but I know I should probably just shut up. I calm myself down by telling myself I learned from the best - she can dish it out like the best of them.

Sean really loved being around people this summer. There always seemed to be visitors and Sean is really great with people and crowds. It's not as if I took advantage of the company or my mother for that matter, and took a moment to myself - no - but there was a peace inside me that is not usually there while I am home alone with the baby. And now there are going to be two come January. We learned that she is a little girl if the ultrasound tech is to be believed. I'm going with it, already started buying clothes (can't help it!). I was fully prepared for news of another boy and started to get happy about the idea as I watched little brothers horsing around on the beach together having a blast but when I learned she was a girl my heart leapt with joy = a girl! A daughter! So many things that come along with it...this time Eric and I learned the news from a little cute cardboard sign placed in an envelope. It's what we were secretly hoping for.

Names. I guess I'll be adding her name to the name of this blog. I am having the worst time picking one out. Gia was my girl's name when I was pregnant with Sean and it's still in the running. Bianca, Lana and Lara are floating around in my mind as well. How did our parents choose our names? Do we become our names or are they just a tag to identify us or what?!

xo