Thursday, October 3, 2019

Good-bye, Crib

"The great paradox of parenting is that it moves in both slow motion and fast speed."


A few days before Jillian's 4th birthday I decided to get my butt in gear and finally edit a video from the spring where we said the final good-bye to our crib days. Last spring Jillian graduated from her beloved crib and has been content in her toddler bed since. She will be making another big leap to a twin size bed for her birthday, so it was time to finish her video.



Some days it hits me hard when I realize the baby days are behind us. Our last baby is turning 4. We will never again have any of those bittersweet firsts. First time coming home from the hospital. First time rolling over. First words. First steps.

All those long, sleepless nights are behind us...but what's ahead is just as sweet.

Although I wouldn't want to go back to the baby days--I like the track our life is currently on--it's a hard thing to reconcile: no more diapers, slobbery kisses, late night nursing sessions, teeny tiny clothes and baby coos.

 I am no longer a mom of babies. And I am ok with that. Mostly.

Here's to all the new milestones ahead of us!

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Autumn Dancing in the Breeze

"I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves."
-Ann Drake




If summer is my favorite season, then surely fall edges in with a close second. There's something to be cherished the way things naturally fall into a slower rhythm after a full, busy summer.

The weather is fickle. One day you're wrapped up in a sweater and boots, thinking the days of backyard barefoot play are over. Then the next you're shedding layers as the warmth of summer sneaks in again. Gradually the green you longed to see after a dull, colorless winter transforms to shades of yellows and oranges and reds in a spectacular color show.

The grass you trampled over all summer with your bare feet is now covered in a golden leaves, your boots crunch-crunching over them--the soundtrack of fall.

I may long for summer those long winter months, but fall is the perfect finale.





Last weekend we set out to enjoy one of our favorite fall activities by visiting an apple orchard. We tried a new one this year, one less frilly and fancy, and more relaxed and inviting. The change was a bit jarring to Spencer. He was used to all the bustling activity. But the rest of us agree it's a keeper.

Now we have approximately 300 apples to eat up, bake into some yummy concoction or hand off to others. Some things never change, even with a change of orchard.