At 3 Weeks We Venture Out

I had to. For my own sanity. I could not remain tucked in my house one moment longer watching out the window as fall passed me by. Fall is my favorite time of year, and I needed to be outside renewing my relationship with the crisp air and the changing leaves. So I begged.

Aaron loves me, I know, because he got all the kids ready for church by 10 and packed up a tasty lunch and drove us all up the canyon so we could spend a few hours with Mother Nature before he dropped Cal and I off home again and took everyone else to 1 o’clock church.

I swear he looks like the next Ralph Waldo Emerson. Haha!

Little Miss Mayhem recently lost both front teeth.

“Mama told me to make a special point to remember the best times in my life. There are so many hard things to live through, and latching on to the good times will give you strength to endure, she says. So I must remember this day. It is beautiful and it seems like the best time to live and the best place.” -Nancy Turner, These Is My Words

Feeling rejuvenated, Cal and I were able to come home and have a nice rest while everyone was at church. We went to Aaron’s parents house for dinner for the second Sunday in a row. I’m so grateful for their willingness to feed us. Besides the two Sundays, Debbie has brought over several dinners during the last few weeks, and I can’t even describe how grateful I am for it, or what a relief it is to eat delicious home cooked food without having to cook it myself. She has saved us from cereal dinners many-a-time. (And to a constantly starving breast-feeding lady, that is a HUGE deal, just the thought of cereal dinner makes me want to cry, because no matter how much cereal I stuff in my face, I know I’ll be hungry again in 10 minutes.)

Wake up slow.

Anyways, happy three weeks old Baby Cal. I’m glad I got to introduce you to fall in the canyon. I’m glad you are surrounded by a big, noisy, mess of people who love you and look out for you. You’ve got it good, kid. And we’ve got it good having you here.