Cool mornings, warm days, cold nights. Perfect fall.
The first batch of pumpkin bread. No longer my Mom's recipe...now mine. It'll always remind me of her though.
A movie date with T. Bone last Sunday. We sat side by side in the theater for a more mature feature whilst Coach escorted Miss Bit for lighter fare next door. Turns out that almost 13 is not really mature. No harm yes foul. All fine after one slightly sleepless night.
A trip to Whole Foods with my girl. In our $50+
Our autumn Door County trip is booked. Love the cozy peninsula in late fall. Love it every season. Love long weekends away with my family best of all.
Mother daughter book clubs and the desire to start one soon. Also many good ideas for months worth of read alouds.
We talked about this and that, nothing special. It was just a day. I didn’t need to shape it or mourn it or grip it — or do anything at all, other than live it. Katrina Kenison's words reminding me at just the right time this week that all I need to do is be present. I spent the better part of the week falling behind or getting ahead.
My family ate the meatloaf I made this week even though none of them were big fans. Apparently, thyme has a very distinct and not all together pleasing taste. Of course, I loved it. It is simple fact: we can never all agree.
Sunday school starts this weekend. We are all in need of that special slice of extra reverent time each week.
Miss Bit started learning to play the recorder this week in music. After the first day, she came home and practiced Hot Cross Buns for what seemed like cacophonous forever. I even sent her outside at one point to play for the critters only and only then did the sound of her perfectly playing the song waft through the windows. She is determined to master every level of the recorder and fast, and I know it is only the recorder, but I am proud.
T. Bone started guitar lessons again this week. He came home with a good start on Blackbird: a song he's longed to learn...one of my favorites. At various points this week, I was a tad verklempt listening to him strum away more and more masterfully.
Homemade cookwiches. Warm out of the oven cookies filled with cold and creamy vanilla ice-cream is the best Indian summer after school snack...just ask the kids.
Grandpa's wings. T. Bone ate so many he had no room for Grandpa's ribs or his beer can chicken.
Hammy kids who lay it on in front of the camera.
We gathered to celebrate Grandpa's birthday last weekend. He cooked...see above.
Family.
Friday.
Fall.
