It’s officially fall here…not because the calendar says it is, because the leaves say it is.
It is beautiful.
Our church: Abbey calls this “her house”. I want it to be her house. After she travels the world and lives in Chicago or NYC or Paris.
Isn’t it perfect?
You could live it in forever.
With one child or eight, it would be warm, and inviting, and comfortable and simple. Oops. The squirrels around here get a little crazy at this time of year. Many casualties. Sometimes they dare each other I think, to see who can run between car tires, or jump from telephone wire to branch and back again. It doesn't always work out so great. After our bike ride, Abbey and I took Patrick down the street to a little park. I’ve done Abbey’s portraits this year, and Andrew’s, and it was Patrick’s turn. I’m saving the two that declare that picture-taking is complete torture for last.
Here’s the park: I took a few good ones. Notice the big chunk cut out of his hair in the front? I didn’t know he knew how to work scissors already. Smart kid.
I also got many more out takes. 2 isn’t the easiest age for picture taking. He’s so cute I could squeeze him.
And I do, all the time.