These past few weeks have been a whirlwind. We did our annual trip to Cape Cod, and the entire family decided it was our best trip ever. We finally decided to throw down for a very basic house on the beach, and woke up to some version of this, early every morning:
Being right on the beach meant no schlepping around in a car. Each morning, Daddo and I swapped turns getting in some exercise — a run or a road ride — and then hit the beach for the day:
It was a week of being barefoot, enjoying the very basics of life — sand, sun, water, good food, and just hanging around together. This picture of Little Guy pretty much sums it up:
We came home and slammed head first into fall. Lovely H started 3rd grade two days after we got home, and in less than a week, Daddo and I will leave the kids for 9 days (*sniff*), to go hike the Haute Route from Chamonix, France, to Zermatt, Switzerland. It is a work trip for me, and we just couldn’t resist the opportunity for Daddo to join me on this classic, challenging hiking route. It will be bittersweet to leave the kids with Nana, but I have done this before and I know it is harmless and enriches everyone’s lives. At least, that is what I keep telling myself!
On the weight loss maintenance front, the scale has slowly been creeping up. I am only about a pound above the upper end of my acceptable range, but I realize that does mean I need to dial my eating back. Too much vacation fun and hanging out with the neighbors — she is a serious foodie! — added up over the month of August. I am taking this one relatively quiet week to refocus, before heading off to hike in the land of cheese and chocolate…