Twice now it’s been late summer, I had a baby, and by the time I got home from the hospital the season had shifted to fall.
Eloise and I have hardly seen Isaac this week. He’s been partying hard with Grandma and Pa and Dad. But before naps and bedtime he always tells me, “I want to talk about your day!” and we discuss the day’s happenings and what we’ll do next. These conversations have mostly revolved around PUMPKINS since his preschool grew a pumpkin patch overnight. We had to head over once it opened, of course!
Other than this 20 minute foray into public, we have stayed home. No idiotic long walks, shopping, trips to church, or early adventures this time. Ta-da, we are learning from past mistakes.
Isaac spotted a bandaid on me shortly before Eloise was born. “What happened, Mommy?” he asked, then gasped. “Baby come out?!” Now that the answer is yes, baby came out, he seems unconcerned. Once in a while he’ll glance over at her or ask why she’s crying, or even tell us (from a safe distance) that he loves her. So far so good, I guess.
Anyway, happy fall! I will enjoy fall this year by watching the leaves change from Eloise’s nursery window and doing not much else. At least until it’s safe to do things like laugh, walk and cough again without feeling like my guts are ripping out.
Here is our littlest pumpkin head in her dress blues. Adorable!