it feels like fall today.

The potatoes are in from the garden and the leaves on the willow out back are nearly all yellow now. We spent so much time focusing on the spring- knowing that the baby was coming with the warmth and the sun and the longer days, and now the baby is here- Ari is here- and both spring and summer have passed us by. I guess that makes him two seasons old. Two seasons old and holding up his head and laughing at our jokes (those witty ones that go something like this: “aaahhhh- boo!” or "hi baaabeeeey!") and rolling from back to front and sometimes vice versa, and wiggling around enough to give us inspiration to start the baby proofing process.

This will be quite a project as this quaint but ratty little cabin in the woods was not put together with toddlers in mind (who they had in mind when they built on fire wood rounds and put the end room directly on the earth, we've yet to discover.) The fiberglass insulation peeking between the logs (looking inticingly like cotton candy, though I have no intention of him knowing what that is for some time,) and the exposed shelves that serve as a pantry with all our dried goods stored in glass jars, and the woodstove right in the centre of the living room, all need attention in order to be made safe before the big crawling event takes place. The uneven floor ought to be fun though, I'd imagine balls and wheeled toys would roll quite nicely.

So we'll continue building more shelves and storing the potatoes and generally preparing ourselves for all the next season has to bring. Baby and all.