Hello, Fall! We’re so happy you’re here!
Our first week of October has been full spirited two-year-old “conversations,” fitful 10-month-old days and nights, and a lot of work. It’s also been full of pumpkin patches, rainy days, cool nights, and time together. The days are growing shorter, and I’m itching to be in jeans and sweaters full-time.
Earlier this week, we took family pictures. They were our first professional family-of-four photos, and I am so excited to see how they turn out!
Despite missing one of the first two MOPS meetings of the year (tomorrow’s, the third, I won’t be at either), I’m excited for the storyline there. I love this year’s theme, Be You, Bravely, and I’m eager to see what’s in store for this year. MOPS was a wonderful connection point for me as a young mom in a new town, and now that we’ve been here for two years, I’m so thankful I stepped outside of my comfort zone and kept going to meetings (even though I didn’t know anyone).
I’m feeling very thankful, and relieved, that we’ve been able to find a wonderful sitter to watch the boys a couple mornings each week while I work. I haven’t written much about it here, but it’s been an ongoing struggle to work well from home while simultaneously watching both boys all day—nap times aren’t enough to do work-work and home-work, and I felt depleted trying to do everything. I just couldn’t do it, and as a result, I was drained. With our boys in good hands with the sitter, I feel refreshed and able to actually focus on one thing for a set period of time; I love writing and editing, and I’m thankful for the opportunity to work for a company that supports both my professional growth and desire to be at home with the boys.
This week, Shepherd began saying his prayers all by himself. We’ve been saying the same prayer and singing the same song to him since he’s been born, and I teared up hearing him pray it by himself at bedtime. He has some of his favorite stories memorized, and he will happily recite those, his ABCs, and occasionally “Jesus Loves Me,” but he’s never wanted to sing and pray by himself. All of a sudden, that’s changed.
He’s really eager to memorize and recite poems and verses. On our walk this morning, we talked about our surroundings, and I was overcome with thankfulness for the simple joy of a two-year-old’s life: picking dandelions and listening to bird calls and declaring “this is a beautiful day!” several times as we walked. At one point, we came across a rafter of turkeys, and Shepherd was so excited. We talked about being thankful for our morning, and I taught Shepherd to say “God gives us the flowers, and God gives us the birds, and God gives us the people we love.” (You can see the video here.) He was happy to recite it, and it made me think about how much I can learn from his eagerness in everything—even, and especially, the little details.
Wilder got his first haircut last week. We had one too many “what a beautiful little girl!” conversations, and I finally took him in for a trim. He looks so much older without his “long locks of love,” as Aaron would say, but so cute. We’re smack-dab in the middle of a screaming phase with Wy. It’s hard. I can’t put him down or walk away from him without hearing a blood-curdling scream. The Wonder Weeks assures me that this, too, shall pass—sooner rather than later, I’m hoping.
We’re approaching a point where the boys really like being together. I hope we’re on the cusp of that magical “playing together” season—the boys love to wrestle each other, and Wilder adores Shepherd. He stands at the stairs and yells in excitement every time he sees Shepherd; Shepherd returns the enthusiasm by yelling, “That’s my baby brother, Wilder!” Lately, he’s been calling Wilder “Wilder Baby,” which is hilarious to hear. They especially love when Aaron plays with them; they dogpile on him, and it makes my heart full. I couldn’t have imagined having a living room floor full of boys, but I’m so thankful for them.
I suppose that’s what the underlying theme of fall is to me—thankfulness. A grateful heart for the blessings we have and for the bounty we’ve been given. For the babies in my arms (even when I’m exhausted and have a headache) and the wonderful husband I get to raise them with.