Fall has settled in and now we’re so far into October that you can see November if you stand on your toes.
November means the first snow and quiet slide into the winter season. I have no idea what winter, and lots of time in the house looks like between a one and three year old.
I’m sure that there are parts that will look very much the same as fall. Trips to the Y and library, albeit bundled in more clothes than we can currently imagine.
So far, fall has looked fairly routine. The dog continues to destroy what she finds around. Judah is pure imagination, energy and talking throughout the day. Ruby is our explorer, climbing about the house but still apprehensive about walking on her own. The chickens lay eggs daily and scratch and peck at the earth.
We still spend as much time as possible outdoors.
We celebrated our eighth anniversary.
There are diapers, meals and dishes. Mornings, nap times, bath times and bed times. There are messes to clean and moments to dance. There is art. There are classes and homework for my spiritual direction training. There are fire calls and meetings for Jason. There have been visits from people that we love.
But beneath all of that, there is a stirring. There are late night conversations and dreaming. There are prayers and waiting. There are ideas about where we are going and who we are hoping to become as a family. There is a deep richness and a little bit of fear.
Outside the trees put on a fine showing of color and disrobe, the pumpkins are turn orange in the garden, and the tomatoes give one last hurrah before frost.
Inside all our days are held lovingly in the gracious hands of God.
At some point this summer, I was having a conversation with a friend about one beautiful day this summer when she almost had an anxiety attack trying to figure out how to spend the day well. Her husband said, “Man. You are so Minnesotan.”
It’s true, our warm and sunny days are short-lived. And right now I have this fire in me to take the kids to as many parks as possible.
To see as much green, to feel the sunshine’s warmth before it fades until May.
Ruby trying not to snooze.
Ru has taken an interest in dressing up lately. Whether she finds her shoes and fusses until we put them on, or crawls across the floor to find Judah’s super hero cape. Then the other day she brought me Judah’s fireman coat and hat. Looks like we’re going to have to find this girl costumes her size.
Judah has been talking about wanting a “Big Buzz Lightyear” for three months straight now. I’m talking, everyday something comes up about “Big Buzz.”
Well, he got his Buzz and was so excited he could barely let his dad get Buzz out of the packaging. (Which, by the way, was the most intense toy packaging I have ever seen).
And then Buzz naturally joined us for a family breakfast out.
We had a pretty low-key day. Going to a park and then walking a trail. We thought about doing a lot of other things, but the truth is, Judah is a homebody. Whenever we mention going somewhere he counters with, “How about we just stay here and play.”
So we spent most of the rest of the day at home. Minus a trip to the Y, because Judah is now old enough to go in the “maze” at “Kidstuff.”
We spent the weekend celebrating your birthday because YOU ARE THREE. We love you so much and each day is an unpredictable adventure.
You are so excited to be three. I called you “little boy” yesterday and you said, “Mom, I’m three. I’m a kid.” Happy birthday sweet boy.
(The last two poses are you in Super Hero Mode).