Ada will be 9 months old tomorrow. Stephen will go back to teaching in 2 weeks. Summer is turning into fall. Lots of change. But there's nothing different there. This whole year has been about change. It's the new normal.
We're having trouble with naps today, so we trekked to the soggy park down the street. I'm always looking for an excuse to dirty my $15 rain boots.
Ada looks exhausted. Doesn't she?
I win mother-of-the-year for wanting my photo taken with Ada beside a rusty railing.
We like to take monthly photos. More like daily photos. I'm trying to figure out the best way to preserve them, since online can be rather fickle. I'm thinking of making a printed photo book. It just seems like so much work.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Getting tired now. Thank goodness.
The swings always seal the deal.
We just have to make it home before it all wears off.
Now? She's snoozing just fine. And we're going to make pickles. I think. If we can figure it out. I feel so fortunate to have had Stephen home all summer -- to spend so much time as a family. But I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't absolutely terrified about being home alone again.
It's not that I can't handle things by myself. I've just enjoyed and become accustomed to the help. The rhythm of our days. In these next couple weeks, we're getting things as organized as we can. We're finally going to put up a few baby gates (and I might actually DIY one with some curtain rods -- have any of you tried that?), and I'm going to create an office so I can get my work done with less blur between at-home and at-work.
The countdown begins . . .
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