Fall Has Arrived

I’m always amazed at change. It happens all the time. Sometimes abruptly, sometimes so slowly that I barely realize that it is occurring but it is constant. It has happened recently outside. The muggy days of summer have been replaced by cooler days with chilly mornings and gorgeous afternoons. This year we didn’t get an Indian summer, it was more of a seamless transition that occurred when I wasn’t paying attention. All of a sudden we need pants and long sleeved shirts. The moment I walk outside it feels like I am greeted with that distinct smell of autumn. The smell of the leaves turning brown and falling to the ground, the smell of smoke from a chimney, and that tang of winter that promises to follow autumn more quickly than any of us would like it to.

I always feel like knitting in the fall. I want to whip up tons of hats, scarves and mittens. Quilt patterns dance in my head and tempt me to steal time away and piece, piece, piece. I start feeling urgency to get the projects that I want to complete for Christmas underway.

For my mother Autumn always feels like everything is free falling towards winter. For me, I relish the cooler temperatures and I’m inspired by the beauty that is all around me.

The boys have one mission for fall. To make a huge pile of leaves and jump in it. Simple, yet so much fun! I would like to take advantage of the cooler temperatures and take some hikes in the woods and a trip to the pumpkin patch. I’d like to make a few batches of applesauce and preserve all of the produce that I can so I squeeze every last second out of the growing season that I possible can.

In the midst of all this. I turn thirty this weekend. Not sure how I feel about that quite yet. But ready or not, here it comes. I know that I am excited to see what the coming year brings. I am sure of this birthdays are not nearly as awesome at thirty as they are in childhood. But I do appreciate Super-S and I-man saying happy birthday to me every day this week and singing at least three times every time we are in the car. It warms my heart!

All that to say, in the midst of all this subtle change I feel really content. I truly have been blessed in so many ways and I can’t wait to see what is next!

Wisdom of Super S

So first of all, I have been horrid at keeping up with the blog this month. My computer is on the fritz and the three kids have kept me hopping. It is no excuse though. I will be better.

Since Super S’s birthday I have been thinking of all the crazy things that have come out of his mouth recently. Among my obvious favorites are, “Mommy, you are as beautiful as a Disney princess.” and “I love our family. We have the best family.” Another favorite came when I was saying something along the lines of being my baby and he said in all earnestness “Mommy will you share your baby with me? I love her so much.”

Sam is also really funny when it comes to the passage of time. After we read the Hungry Hungry Caterpillar, a favorite of course, every passage of time became two weeks. For example. “Mommy don’t tell me no I’ll cry for two weeks.” And when we were running late for church one Sunday morning he assured us, “We still have time it is o’clock.”

But my favorite quote came when we were learning the difference between boys and girls. It happened early one morning when I was changing the baby and Sam asked what “that” was. And in that moment I didn’t have the time to think if I wanted to give it a cute name or just roll with the anatomical name. So I just went with the anatomical name and that was that. Thankfully, I don’t regret the decision made in haste. But a few weeks later Sam was listening to a conversation between my husband and I over a tv show and Samuel blurted out, “No mom, girls don’t have feelings they have vaginas.” I’ll admit it I lost it. I still laugh in my head when I think about it.

I know I am forgetting quite a few. My sister who seriously has the best memory will have to remind me of them so I can add them. But that is all for now.

I leave you with a pic of I-man because I like it 🙂
Iman