Oh, another month of living, pressed down and running over — that’s the only way to measure these incredibly full days. Days full of beauty and adventure, or the refining rhythm of routine, read alouds we love and workbook pages that must be done, church things, work things, school things, family things… So much, and most of it with a baby in arms, which is why my thoughts tend to stay jumbled in my head instead of getting straightened out into neat and tidy sentences here.
Tonight, while I laid in bed with Enid next to me, amusing herself with the crinkly package of baby wipes, I looked through pictures and was a bit astounded to realize how long ago the end of September already feels. And so, a quick photo / memory dump:
Daily work with this eager kindergartener.
Thursday’s nature journaling, packed up and moved to the park.
A Sunday afternoon with the whole family, soaking in September sunshine.
Farewell to this old friend, and even more, to my favorite neighbors EVER.
Paint and journals abandoned and Mama left just sitting in silence. I may or may not have sat there for quite awhile.
Getting rounder, cuter, and more smiley all the time.
A crazy day that managed to get collected and calmed and tied up with the comforts of Autumn.
Another year of CFA begins!
We made it to John Brown’s House, near Lake Placid. We are history buffs and history buffs in the making and studying the Underground Railroad is all the more real with trips like this.
Our day doubled as an autumn holiday in the mountains.
Besides the stunning leaves, the array of mushrooms caught Beatrice’s eye.
Passing through and noticing three friends playing piano together in the evening, and realizing, somehow in a very profound way, that this moment is their real life.
And another moment that stopped me in my tracks: turning around to see my brand new baby playing on her tummy with toys. *sigh*
That’s all for now. A son is in need of tick removal. Life never stops, does it?