Things have been more quiet over here as we adjust to our new normal. After spending summer with both kids full-time, it is very different to have H in full-day school and to have Y in the throes of toddlerhood.
Routine has become a huge part of getting through each day and through the week. It makes me a little sad because there isn’t as much time for spontaneous play (we still do what we can). But we aren’t able to delve as deeply or as entirely as we once did.
Y’s foray into loose parts continues. Whether it’s playing with random loose parts after dinner …
Or playing with a jar of pom poms …
There is something so novel, yet so familiar about watching him work.
His love for books and being read to and his natural desire to connect lead us to be away from home every day, except for the days when the hermit in me says I just want to be alone. And then my house implodes. Because keeping a toddler home (almost) all day is just asking for trouble…
So far, this fall has not witnessed any pie making, or leaf collecting, although we do play outside nearly every day after school.
Instead, laughter and yelling, shrieks of joy and hot tears, the pitter patter of little feet running across the hard floor and crunching leaves (or snow) seem to fill my days.
And the only pumpkin we’ve seen or touched was just for H during her field trip.
The increasingly normal blurring of summer, fall and winter here in Calgary, provide us with sun, leaves and snow and calm starlit nights.
They play dynamic between H and Y shifts. Here, H creates “Lost” posters in case Y ever loses his beloved Dinosaur.
The last leaf has almost fallen from the tree in our backyard.
This time always passes too quickly.
But not without H turning the big 5.