The leaves are turning their perennial reds and oranges and yellows and my breath comes out in white puffs when I take the dogs out for their morning walk. Autumn is in the air. Although the bees and mosquitoes haven't gotten the memo that summer has officially drawn to a close, I've been in jeans and khakis for weeks now. Miss Norah Grace is sleeping in her footed pajamas, which is quite possibly the cutest thing ever, and Amy has discovered the wonder of a decent softshell jacket.
Norah is now eight and a half months old and still seeing so many things for the first time. She scrutinizes it all, each blade of grass she pulls from the damp ground, each bright leaf that falls beside her. It's amazing to see and such an amazing concept for someone who grew up where the year broken into four distinct parts: seeing the seasons for the first time. Everything is new to Norah and the most fun part is that she'll probably forget all about it and find everything just as interesting next year.
The changing of the seasons is one of nature's great wonders. Introducing a child to the changing of the seasons is another.
Norah is now eight and a half months old and still seeing so many things for the first time. She scrutinizes it all, each blade of grass she pulls from the damp ground, each bright leaf that falls beside her. It's amazing to see and such an amazing concept for someone who grew up where the year broken into four distinct parts: seeing the seasons for the first time. Everything is new to Norah and the most fun part is that she'll probably forget all about it and find everything just as interesting next year.
The changing of the seasons is one of nature's great wonders. Introducing a child to the changing of the seasons is another.
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