Hi Lydia. How old are you?
.....Ahhhhh.....
I'm two!
October
On Saturday we went out to a local farm for their pumpkin/cider festival. We thought since it was a fairly out of the way farm, and not big or commercialized that it would be an intimate, peaceful affair. Nope! It was great fun nonetheless. The girls ran through a straw bale maze, danced to hoe-down tunes, ate apple cobbler with ice cream and picked out pumpkins.
I love October!
Later on college friends came for a visit. It is such a wonderful feeling to have your children play with the children of old friends. Lydia got a kick out of Noah.
Hard
was the woodfire stove Lydia pressed her palm against this morning . . . hot too.
was the knot in my tummy when Sahara told me one of her classmates continues to exclude her in play.
Bring on the soft, comfy cuddles! I'd like to wrap myself around my girls and hibernate together for the next six months.
I think we'll make this today with our overripe plums.
was the knot in my tummy when Sahara told me one of her classmates continues to exclude her in play.
Bring on the soft, comfy cuddles! I'd like to wrap myself around my girls and hibernate together for the next six months.
I think we'll make this today with our overripe plums.
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