My one year old has decided her diaper is an option.
She has also decided she should be taken outside, no matter how cold it is starting to get. And if her brother is outside when she is, she shall follow him and look for him and possibly try to do what he’s doing, even if her legs are too short to accomplish her goal.
Winter is going to be tough on this little girl, who is so used to being able to going out the door when she’d like to, so she can explore.
Luckily we were able to explore outside a little this week and it isn’t yet as cold as it usually is this time of year here.
I’m not a fan of winter. Winter depresses me. It is cold, obviously, void of sun,most of the time and it is long and dreary and yucky and I hate it — so there.
I thought I would have longer before it stretched out its bony fingers but alas, snowflakes started falling this past weekend, two weeks before Halloween. Yuk.
Before those flakes made their unwelcome appearance, the offspring and I enjoyed some time outside in the sun. I breathed in the smell of warm sun on brightly colored leaves crunching under my feet. I delighted in the sight of my children walking without coats, knowing all too well they would be soon bundled up and constricted in winter fabric.
Constricted is how winter makes me feel. I feel trapped in my home but also inside myself. I feel like my creativity fades away with the sun and my excitement for life crumbles like the dead leaves strewn across the ground.
But this year I’m going to try my best to find joy in the dreary. I’m going to draw on my son’s enthusiasm for each season. He finds the good in what otherwise could be bad and I want to be more like him. I want to seek and find joy.
Yes, winter is cold and nasty and dreary and sad and all that is bad, but it is also an excuse to have an extra cup of cocoa and stay home to cuddle under a blanket. It is a chance for the world to slow down and families to find each other again as the snow piles up or the cold scrapes against the windows and doors.
I will not let winter steal my joy this year. This year I claim joy even in winter.
And I will enjoy Fall as long as it is here; until the last brightly colored leaf falls from the limb of the naked tree limbs.
Deuteronomy 31:6Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
You are fearless.
But that makes me fearful sometimes.
I see what can happen and my heart pounds when you lunge toward a metal slide
You are exactly like your brother in so many ways. You are even more impulsive and I didn’t think that was possible.
I am determined not to limit you, even if I feel myself inwardly cringe when you quickly dash over the rocks at the local playground or shove a dirt covered hand in your mouth.
You both make my days worth living.
You and your brother made a birthday I didn’t really care about worth celebrating because it means I’ve had another year with both of you.
Never stop exploring.
Never let fear stop you, as it has me so many times.
Never let the worries of this world cloud the joys of this world.
But, please, slow down just a little. You’re mama is feeling every bit her age these days. You have an entire childhood ahead of you to explore the world. It’s ok to take your time and enjoy it, ok?
It was a fairly typical week with some unusual adventures. I don’t have many photos of the unusual adventures for this week’s weekly favorites, but I do of the typical, everyday life.
This is my view much of the day and I like it. My daughter is often clinging to my leg, especially if it is close to nap or bedtime. I love looking down and seeing the top of her cute little head and her chubby fingers holding on to the leg of my pants.
My son spends many afternoons in his Lego room, which used to be our second living room. Over the years it somehow became his room to build Lego creations. And the Legos keep adding up too. Now that he has a little sister he gates the room off and has made it his little haven. In addition to his Legos he also houses his art supplies, which is sister likes to throw around the room if she gets the chance.
My son had a sleepover with his friend and while a trip to the doctor for his sister wasn’t in the plans, it was fun to explore downtown Elmira after the appointment.
Grace likes to wait for her brother after school and her latest favorite place is in the front seat, grasping the steering wheel.
Her first word might have been daddy, but I think “dog” was a close second. Here she is following ours. She loves this little, old dog. She hugs him and leans her head against him as he licks her face.
I hope I can keep her as interested as she is now in vegetables. Here she is stealing lettuce out of the fridge.
Here we are at the last week of summer and I can’t even believe how fast it went by. My son is entering third grade this week and my daughter, husband and I will be figuring out how to spend our days without a crazy 8-year old to entertain us. Here are some of my favorite images from this past week.
Grace is a climber and apparently she thought she was going to climb the fence into her brother’s little haven he’s set up for himself. I took her down seconds after taking this photo, to avoid her falling on her face.
My son is growing up too fast. He also has one of the most expressive faces. I can’t remember what this one was for but it had something to do with a story he was telling me about Minecraft.
Grace likes to try to sit right next to her brother when he’s drawing and I mean right next to him.
Grace has loved exploring our backyard with our puppy this summer, especially since our mini garden of pumpkins and tomatoes has been taking it over.
Jonathan was thrilled he could finally climb all the way around this particular playground equipment.
Grace has started leaning into her brother for hugs each morning.
Our second living room has become his Lego/Art Room. Somehow. It’s where he creates now.