End of the Summer

So, I meant to write this post just shortly after 8am, when I got up and was enjoying my morning cup of tea. 

 It's now after 10pm and I'm finally sitting down to write. 

This is my last weekend of "summer break".  I'm trying not to think about it too much.  It's not that I dislike my job; it's that this has been such a wonderful summer and I am sad that after tomorrow I won't be able to spend my days with the two people that I love the most. 

This summer was special.  It is probably the only summer that Jen, The Bean and I will spend together.  Next summer, even if The Bean stays home with me, Jen will probably be working.  When Baby #2 comes along, I'll probably be the one taking maternity leave.  It's true that we will have weeks that we're all off together, and although I know they will be special, I'm sad that this special time is coming to an end. 

I do love the fall though.  The crispness of the air.  Trees changing colour.  Hats that start coming out of storage.  Apples to be picked.  Warm soup and hot tea.  I'm sure I will enjoy even more this year, now that we have The Bean to share it with. 

He, by the way, has been keeping us very busy.  He has spent the last two weeks or so mastering crawling.  He's pretty much a pro now.  Sometimes he gets over-excited and launches himself forward onto his face.  (He has the bruises on his forehead to prove it.)  Of course, being able to crawl is not enough and he is now eager to pull himself up on everything.  Mommy, the ottoman and, oh yes, the side of his crib.  I panicked yesterday when Jen went in to get him from his nap and found him up on his knees gripping the edge of his crib, smiling his biggest toothless smile at this accomplishment. 

The crib mattress has been lowered. 

I can sleep soundly now knowing that our child will not tumble headfirst onto the bare wooden floor in the middle of the night.  And that's what I plan to do.  And tomorrow I will enjoy our last day of summer vacation together.  All three of us.