"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools."
Some how October blended into November. Through sleepless nights, poopy diapers, hours of kindergarten homework and preschool drop-offs, mounds of laundry, giggles and tears, and gorgeous Indian summer days, we survived our first autumn as a family of five. We're slowly getting our footing on this juggling act we call our life. Most days I'd say we hit a groove, but sometimes I wouldn't mind hiding under a warm fleece blanket until spring. It's hard. Everyone needs something, and usually at the same time. The baby's crying, one or both boys is whining. This one needs help with homework while that one is bored and clingy. Bedtime comes and goes with a blur, consumed in a fog so deep I can't always remember the details from one night to the next. The overflowing hampers and diaper genie tells me that days have indeed passed, they're not all one giant blob after all.
Amidst this struggle and chaos is also the overflowing, all-consuming love of it all. I often squeeze Jillian close, sniff her baby smell, watch her brothers concoct numerous scenarios of bad guys versus superheroes, listen to the noisy squeals of my husband playing with my boys downstairs while I walk the floor with a fussy baby upstairs, and I can't help but smile. This is my life. How very blessed am I? Just as this season is blending into the next, so will this phase of our lives. And I probably won't even realize it has happened until I'm on the outside of it looking back.
Our autumn was filled with beautiful days outside, park dates, bike rides, lazy days inside, a baby hitting the one month mark, and our annual family Halloween party at our house. Oh, and a bunch of sleepless nights, poopy diapers, wrestling brothers, homework, laundry, laughter, tears, and a whole bunch of chaos. Such is our life, and I love it.