Viv: “Mom, elephants are from Africa.”
Viv: “You know what they call the people that bring them from Africa to America? Snugglers!”
The light in our playroom is some of the best in our house – so it’s a treat to spend lazy Sunday’s lounging here.
Or for the 1-year-old-in-residence to “read” a book.
This room won’t always be a play room – at times I find myself anticipating the day that we can reclaim it as an adult space. Perhaps with leather club chairs, bookshelves, and a game table for poker and 1000 piece puzzles.
Yet in the same instant, I feel the panic of time slipping past. I know with utmost certainty that the moment I sink into that future leather club chair, I will mourn the playroom that it had been, and everything it signified: The messy, chaotic, perfectly imperfect years of raising our babies.
So we made the switch to fall/winter clothes over here last weekend. A slew of long sleeves now take the spot of summer sundresses.
Someone likes pink. And tulle. And sparkles.
We made corn bread, and butternut squash and roast chicken. We walked in the woods, leaves underfoot, wearing our coats.
Autumn is here.
How do you welcome the new season?
Growing up, one of my favorite back to school traditions was going to pick out new clothes for the school year.
As Viv heads back to Pre-K, we get to continue this tradition. Luckily for me, I have a daughter who likes clothes and likes to shop.
And luckily for us, all of these pieces are on sale!
Shop this look:
On the eve of her 4th birthday, Viv asked: “Mama, will you miss 3yrs old?”
I said yes, but I’m also excited for 4!
She replied: “Well don’t worry, because one day Celia will be 3!”
Is she reading my mind? I will desperately miss these days, these months, these years. Is it cliché to say I want to bottle them up for future consumption?
Goodnight my 3yr old deep-thinking-toddler. One last hug for mama please, the last while you are still three.
Good morning my 4yr old girl. A big hug for mama please, the first since turning four.