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Today is probably our last day in the 80s this year (allegedly).  Finn and I need to get our walk in before we melt (we've very much gotten used to the high sixties, low seventies these past few weeks).  I will probably pack away the 24 month-2T shorts this evening after bath time; we've already pulled out the flannel jammies and I need to invest in a few more with feet.  Long live the art of layering!  The trees are starting to change over to their reds and oranges and yellows and each day there are more leaves blanketing the sidewalks.  It gets chilly in the evening and I've relocated Finn's sweatshirts downstairs for a quick grab as we take our walk after dinner when the evening cools off.

Uriah told me this morning, as he looked out our kitchen window, that our yard is full of boy.  And it's true.  Tricycles that double as motorcycles line the sidewalk.  Trucks and diggers build a construction site in the remnants of my garden and there is an assortment of balls strewn about the yard.  I wonder what he thinks, when he plays and talks to himself and bounces from one thing to the next.  I think he is just the most awesome kid ever.

Abby has her first volleyball game this week and every morning I can smell her perfume wafting up the stairs as she beats a hasty exit to the bus stop.  I wonder if there is a boy she's trying to impress with all that smelly stuff?  I volunteered to teach 7th and 8th grade religion this year - they call it church school up here - Abby's class.  I'm hoping for it to be a bonding experience between her and I, but every teacher that I spoke with on Sunday was sure to tell me good luck.  Sounds a bit ominous, if you ask me.  I also feel as though I'm questioning my own religion and whether or not I'm truly qualified to guide these kids.  I'm doubtful, but I will give it my best go.

Today is my best boy's birthday.
Happy 5th, Pal - you're the bestest nephew a girl could ask for and I miss you bunches!

{I Should Be Folding Laundry | You Capture: Windows}

Today is probably our last day in the 80s this year (allegedly).  Finn and I need to get our walk in before we melt (we've very much gotten used to the high sixties, low seventies these past few weeks).  I will probably pack away the 24 month-2T shorts this evening after bath time; we've already pulled out the flannel jammies and I need to invest in a few more with feet.  Long live the art of layering!  The trees are starting to change over to their reds and oranges and yellows and each day there are more leaves blanketing the sidewalks.  It gets chilly in the evening and I've relocated Finn's sweatshirts downstairs for a quick grab as we take our walk after dinner when the evening cools off.

Uriah told me this morning, as he looked out our kitchen window, that our yard is full of boy.  And it's true.  Tricycles that double as motorcycles line the sidewalk.  Trucks and diggers build a construction site in the remnants of my garden and there is an assortment of balls strewn about the yard.  I wonder what he thinks, when he plays and talks to himself and bounces from one thing to the next.  I think he is just the most awesome kid ever.

Abby has her first volleyball game this week and every morning I can smell her perfume wafting up the stairs as she beats a hasty exit to the bus stop.  I wonder if there is a boy she's trying to impress with all that smelly stuff?  I volunteered to teach 7th and 8th grade religion this year - they call it church school up here - Abby's class.  I'm hoping for it to be a bonding experience between her and I, but every teacher that I spoke with on Sunday was sure to tell me good luck.  Sounds a bit ominous, if you ask me.  I also feel as though I'm questioning my own religion and whether or not I'm truly qualified to guide these kids.  I'm doubtful, but I will give it my best go.

Today is my best boy's birthday.
Happy 5th, Pal - you're the bestest nephew a girl could ask for and I miss you bunches!

{I Should Be Folding Laundry | You Capture: Windows}