I don’t know why I always cry my eyes out at the thought of my newborns leaving their precious, tiny, newborness behind. Yes, yes, I can (and have) wax on and on with great sentiment over little people “growing too fast”.
And “braved” is the correct term. One can’t be sure these new people are sturdy enough not to slump – mid-run – into a miserable little ball of themselves; one can’t be certain they are hearty enough that the wind won’t take their breath away and cause them to panic; one can’t be positive they won’t start screaming several miles away from home.
She did well though! And for a minute I thought perhaps I could start exercising with some regularity again; of course, now the weather has changed to cold, blustery and rainy. Sigh. Between nights with interrupted sleep and mornings that are already far too early – just to get kids ready for school, half-day Kindergarten pick-ups, and Mike’s late nights of work, I fear I shall never exercise routinely again. Weep.
And now, for a few more bits and pieces from the cell phone this past month:
I love these pictures. Goldie got this particular pig from her aunt Megan when she was first born. She adores pigs. For her last “special day” (one kid gets to go do something special with Mike or me each month) she went to see Mike’s co-worker’s piglets.
Speaking of “special days”, Daisy’s was in September. She and Mike went to some pottery place. She got to paint her own little piece – which came back the next week (after firing) bright and shiny as could be.
Also, Halloween décor is up. Last week pretended to still be summer with near 90 degree days, but, the weekend simply begged to be filled with cornstalks and pumpkins by bringing in rain and 60 degree temps. Penny kept holding Anders hand and walking him past the “Ghost Crossing” sign. Eventually that had to be done in costumes from the basement.
Again . . . I’m noticing my older two are far too absent in my pictures. I like them. Where are they all the time? Is it their busier schedules? Their unwillingness? (Can’t be totally that. Daisy is typically willing when pressed.) What kind of a mother am I?
Which reminds me of last night when Abe dropped the Creamie he was eating right on his math homework and I instinctively said, “Haha! Abe just dropped his Creamie on his homework.” and then wonderingly, “What kind of a mother would say that?”
“That’s what I was about to ask,” Abe said.
Ah well. At least I’m the kind of mother who gives a homework-doing kid a Creamie in the first place!