Every once in awhile I start noticing how fast the kids have grown. One of those things where you've been aware that the jeans are getting smaller and wow, those shirts are starting to just graze her waistband and then there's a hey, Mama? and you turn around and there's this KID standing there where your preschooler used to be.
It's shocking. And crazy, how they can sprout overnight. R is just fitting into C's outgrown jeans - she's slim for them and tugs on the waistband, so her 'boy-jeans' are only worn at home and around the neighborhood, but she loves them and gleefully stomps around, insisting they fit fine.
These short fall days both the kids want to be outside. With the wind blowing chill and the air scented with woodsmoke and cold river water, it feels like biking days are soon over. It's this kind of weather that begins the odd fashion of riding a bike with a woolly hat shoved under your helmet and mittens.
But who could blame them? Especially when there are plenty of leaf-strewn lanes to race over, shrieking your freedom to a wide-open sky.