Ah, How Time Doth Fly

Writing is my nemesis. But I shan't let it defeat me. If there is one thing I've learned in life (or at least one thing I believe that keeps me from not giving up entirely) is that it's never too late. A failure or falling apart or, say, going months and months between family updates, doesn't mean one should not try again. So that is what I shall.It's only a coincidence that it is also the start of a new school year for Lola and Oliver so I have a readymade topic to share.Oliver started 3rd grade.Tell me he doesn't look like Angus from AC/DC. (When he has his hair back in a headband he looks like Gareth Bale circa 2015.) The kid is equal parts totes adorbs and monster.Lola started 5th grade.The girl is almost pure sass. That'll probably not surprise you.Perhaps the most exciting thing that happened this summer is both kids learned how to ride a bike, finally. Lola picked it up pretty quickly and is now getting fancy. Oliver, however, is such a clod. He's magic on the soccer field but, on a bike, Oliver judges the success of his riding based on how many things he crashes into.