1) September is waning and with it, summer. I know autumn officially started last week, but there is usually nothing heralding its entrance, save for the ever darkening evening hours, which always makes me a little sad.
The pool just recently closed, but the temperatures have stayed high. I, for one, don’t mind them in the eighties, and welcome their presence for as long as possible. My heart says stay but my mind knows that October is just around the corner and with it, 60’s and 70’s, goosebumps, dark suppers, and a reluctance to leave the house past 6pm.
2) And now October is waning. It was a good month, indeed, with summer-like temps, a pumpkin patch, company, touring through a fabulous parade of homes (twice), and accumulating baby things. Yesterday was October’s last day, but perhaps its grandest, with sugar rushes and cute little girls dressed up in costumes befitting of their fantasies. October is a good month to be a parent.
3) November is here now and will bring with it a much anticipated family trip, holidays, holiday prep, shopping, and on the final day, a very important birthday (MG). Yes, November is probably my favorite month of the year, though I dread the cold and darkness.
But we will make the most of it and the girls will still make their way outside most days to play, while the sun is still high, and enjoy the fresh air while they can. The good Lord knew and I feel much more at home here in the South where the cold temps don’t begin until December and winter doesn’t linger beyond its welcome.
I feel a little behind the eighth ball having a baby coming in (early) March. I’m much more suited to May, when I have 5 months after the holidays to nest and prepare for the incoming little one. But come January 1, we will have more like two months.
Two months to create a big girl room for Sib, take a babymoon, sew some pieces for the newest (I’m definitely behind on this aspect, as with Sibby, I had begun sewing for her around 13 weeks. This time around, I’ve been more caught up in making things for the older girls), and put the final touches in place for her arrival.
A good friend of mine just had her fourth, a baby girl, this week and it reminded me of the goodness that comes with the new additions. And how good I hope and desire this to be. I want to do it all perfectly, from the name, to the announcement, to the coming home outfit. Though these won’t be important to others, they will be to me. And they are what I dream about and have focused on, perhaps unnecessarily so, each time.
For some reason, and I know I’ve shared different aspects of this before, I’ve felt a hesitancy with this one. Maybe it’s because it’s so certain she is my last. And I feel both a paralyzing desire to do it perfectly and also an equally strong desire for it not to end.
Maybe it’s the lack of planning that ushered in her arrival and I still feel so caught up in the life swirling around me that I’ve been unable to give her her proper due.
If that’s the case, January will certainly be a good time to slow down and focus on finishing this race well, and to my own fantasized standards.
For now, I look outside my window. It is 1:15pm and both of my two at home are quiet, which allows me a small measure of time to be so as well. The leaves are surrounding my window, hesitantly turning, but still mostly green and furthermore glued into their proper place. It doesn’t feel like baby season, not yet. It feels like the end of October and the beginning of November. And for now, that is exactly where I want to be.