I was sitting on our back deck yesterday, watching the kids play, and picking at the bottom of the proverbial barrel in my mind for what I could blog about this week. I seriously pondered writing a post about having nothing to write. It would have been absolutely riveting, I'm sure.
As is typical, though, the kids called and I got side tracked. When I returned to my favorite spot I noticed how much cooler the days have been and started thinking about some of our usual fall traditions.
Take baking an apple pie. I could bake an apple pie any other day of the year, but suddenly when the leaves start to turn I feel the need to go through all the effort of preparing the apples and rolling the crust and doing the perfect lattice top. Then I give the kids some, eat at least half myself, and decide I definitely don't need to do that again until next September.
We have so many little traditions. Back to school. Two Thanksgivings. Halloween. Jack-o'-lanterns. Crisp fall walks for pumpkin spice lattes. Spending an afternoon dragging out the warm clothes and checking whether all those hats and mittens still fit little heads and hands.
I wonder which ones our kids will keep doing as they get older, and what new traditions they might make. I don't tend to get too sentimental about these things, but as I shoot daily I know I'll capture more of these memories than I have in the past. I hope they enjoy looking back at how much they grew year to year and that they get to take a little trip down memory lane.
Another yearly tradition is the family party that my husband's employer sets up. For the past few years it has been at Fort Edmonton Park, a local living history museum. This is the first time that both kids have been old enough to really enjoy all the festivities and take part in the face painting and rides. Who knew my 2 year old would sit long enough to be turned into a cat?
They were both really amazed by all of the history and people to see at Fort Ed. Of course, they also take five entire seconds to enjoy the sights before heading for the door and into the next building.
When you don't quite have the speed to ride through the puddle, you end up straddling it halfway through.
It's a new game. He's a baby blue jay learning how to fly. Or fall.
On a whim, we headed down to the Legislature Grounds at 7 a.m. on a Saturday. The water was a little cold, but we had the pools all to ourselves.
Little kid laughter just makes me smile.
Attending a birthday party is hard work.
He always wants to take pictures "with your big camera, mom!" Occasionally I park him on the couch and let him. Mine on the left, his on the right. Who knew he could shoot that well?
Now head on over to Stephanie Mason Photography and see her beautiful week! I don't know if I can actually pick a favorite, but that one with the worm has serious potential!