August brought us a new car. With it came a sense of relief and some unexpected feelings of the sentimental kind, as we said goodbye to two cars that had seen better days. We lost the goofy recordings that no one else should ever hear on that memo recording feature that must exist strictly for weirdos like us. We bid farewell to the independence of each having our own car and the stickers that would have bought us a few more months of resident parking privileges in Charlestown. We traded in Jamal and the Bunny for Sargento the Sorento and now our family is traveling safely and stylishly (not to mention anonymously, which is convenient for my resumed naptime trips to the Dairy Queen).
August was for Free Falling, Learning to Fly, American Girls, and Last Dances with Mary Jane. It was for my first concert at Fenway and fun on Lansdowne, Yawkee Way and Loge Box 137. It was for an eclectic mix of friends all who share a love for an ugly but amazing blonde rocker named Tom. It was a reminder that there’s still life outside our living room after a boy’s 7:30 bedtime and further confirmation that we’re lucky to have family to help out with that boy.
August brought weekend adventures to south shore towns on the water. There were picnics and sun block and quilts and strollers that might all blend together if not captured and documented here and here. There was even a first trip to an Irish pub, where two Fabianos enjoyed the last days of Sam Summer before pumpkin beer could take its place, while the third Fabiano enjoyed oyster crackers and the novelty of several big screen TVs.
August was for a boy who decided he was ready to move and bust a move. It was for a crawl as unique as a signature or fingerprint, complete with a dragging left leg and a right big toe that is working overtime. It was learning to maneuver from tummy to bum and back again; for waking up and then sitting up and needing help back down. It was for first time dance moves that are innate, impressive, and funny all at once. And it’s for parents who celebrate clapping, high fiving, and pointing on cue, new tricks that are making a little baby more of a person all the time.