Janey and I went on a little walk around the block. I laughed because taking walks with Patrick at this age was easy-he would zip around the block most of the time, a man on the mission, sometimes we could do loops and he'd burn off his puppy energy and I could walk a nice steady pace. With Janey-don't get me wrong I still love it, but it sometimes is a lesson in patience also. First we have to bring options-like the scooter and the stroller and the baby, and I have learned to also bring the big stroller because sometimes walking really really slow, back tracking a little, testing to see if we have to actually stay on the sidewalk instead of creep towards the street, gets tiring and she wants the option of sitting in the stroller. It takes us a long long time to make one single loop and I have to distract at every corner as she feels out who is "boss" of this walk-thank the Lord for distractions like squirrels and dogs barking and neighbors that lead us in the right direction. (The right direction being my way, without a melt down.)
Yesterday I noticed how beautiful some of my favorite houses and their front doors looked and took some photos. I love the beginning of autumn in my little town-it feels old-fashioned and cozy and pretty. (Which has much to do with the weather.)
This house is always always perfect.
I have been inside this house for an open house years and years ago and it has tons of neat nooks and crannies and built-ins.
This house is very simple-I think someone elderly lives here, I never see anyone out and it's not all "fussy", which makes me love it even more.
And how we roll: