That August and September are beautiful months, my favorites, but are the months of mothering sentimentality and nostalgia. Something about the way the air feels, the crunchy leaves, the chillier mornings, the beginning of change, and the bright bright sun just breed a little bit of something that always makes me feel contented and uneasy at the same time.
This big soccer net was begged for at the beginning of summer with the promise it would be used daily and I have to say it was worth it and they really keep their promise.
The sweetest little sticker books ever-on a certain little girl’s birthday list. I spotted a cute group of girls with these at a swim meet this summer and had to write down the title and brand. (So fun buying for a little girl because I just really want it for myself.)
At our bedsides:
I loved this book-it’s one of those books that I will remember forever. Andie has a clear, easy to read writing style, and just a loving, tender, truthful voice. Such honesty and self-examination and no way can you walk away from this book without loving her and loving her story.
(10 year old boy’s favorite-he sports figures being the most read.)
And my fourteen year old’s bed time fun? (Didn’t get it from me.)