It's getting dark in our part of the world. By two in the afternoon, the light feels like evening light, shadows are long, and I throw another piece of wood on the fire. Daylight feels short and sweet, with bright, blue-skied mornings. I rush to bundle the kids and get outside for an hour or so - I feel such a strong urge to drink in that brightness while I can.
Over Thanksgiving, we celebrated in the new wintry darkness. Night-sledding, bonfire, hot drinks and layer after layer to keep warm and prolong our time outside. Two Thanksgivings ago, Amelia sampled her first food - squash we'd grown in the garden. She was not overly impressed until the next day when she tried sweet potatoes. This year she dined on 'dinosaur leg.' Aven demonstrating her impressive head control: She looks so pleasantly surprised with the world around her...helps me stop and remember how lovely it all is. And especially lovely: Amelia's new golden slippers paired with 'big-girl' underwear. We are thick into do-or-die potty training...wish me luck!