"What time is it? Oh... summer."

Apparently, a few nights ago, this is what I said to Sean in the middle of the night.  I like it.  Yes... perfect.  It's not the first time I've said something so deeply poignant and thought-provoking in my sleep, but that's a story for another day.  

This summer was the first summer off of something that i have experienced since Julian's birth.  You know, first transition summer, going from doing pre-planned, structured things, to a structureless, goal-less life.  Me, I'm not a big planner. I have goals, sure, but I generally don't look too far ahead, opting for a more live-in-the-moment approach.  I don't plan out my weeks with set days for set things, though sometimes I wouldn't mind that.  I'm not a super mega-organizer, but I do like to have some structure so I don't go completely batty.  I don't do pinterest,  I'm not a craft mom and Julian's not a craft boy.  So what do we do?  Well, one day we get a bagel and chocolate milk and we discuss what we love about summer and then we make a list, for I am a lister.   It happened easily, organically, and turned out to make for a very busy and eventful summer.

Behold, the List of Summer. 

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be spending the rest of my life recapping my summer in a million separate blog posts when everyone else out there is offering up a solid healthy single one but whatever.  It gives one purpose.  We'll just call it Summer: A Series which sounds better, literarily.  So let's do it! I'm in.  Stay tuned.