Toto, we're not in August Anymore

We're about halfway through September, bearing down on the Whitesall National Holiday, and here's the rundown: We made an August trip to the cabin; the boys found a way to stretch five days into seven when Grandpa Tom showed up just as we were about to leave.
Amy ran a race (just a mile) for the first time since high school; Ben broke a bone in his foot (It's pretty much healed now, and today he says he wants to be a physical therapist/baseball player/rock star when he "grows up").
Nick started catering with Grandma Pat. He works hard, and he's proud of that, which is nice to see.
We did the Clarkston Labor Day parade, and then jumped into the school year - with both boys at the middle school now. Dropping them off on the first day I couldn't help but think of Nick's first day of kindergarten, the last time that they were in the same school. I have a picture somewhere of them walking down the sidewalk together on the first day - Nick was scared and Ben was doing his best to provide moral support. They're so different now, and so much the same.
They spent a lot of the first week being exhausted and crabby every night (this would be in the present, though they were probably exhausted and crabby then, too). But I think we're all finding our groove now.