Last Hurrah

Max was unwilling to admit that swimming season is gone

With the first snowfall of the year, autumn is officially over. No denying it, as the temperatures drop below freezing and we look out to see a foot of heavy wet snow in the backyard! It's hard to believe that earlier this week, we were outside in light sweatshirts celebrating the end of warm weather around a fire at Grandma and Grandpa's house.

They invited us down Monday evening for a cookout (wiener roast) and s'mores- and it felt like a late summer day instead of the tail end of fall. 65 degrees in November? I'll take it!

Roasting the hot dog was more of a hit than actually eating it, from Max's perspective. The most exciting thing for him was exploring the backyard by flashlight! With the pool covered and the yard fully fenced, he was free to go where he pleased.


Lucian was restless until we threw a blanket down on the ground for him to crawl around. Now that he's gotten this crawling thing figured out, there is no staying put! The days of sitting contentedly in my lap are OVER. Oh, well, all the sooner to be able to chase his big brother everywhere.

I can't think of a better way to spend the last beautiful day of the year than sitting around a fire in the backyard with Grandma and Grandpa!