Tuesday, September 7, 2010

A Fallish Afternoon

I've often thought that the middle kid really gets the short end of the stick. The oldest gets a TON of attention just being the first born and the most wonderful thing in the universe for awhile and the baby will have her time when her brothers fly the nest. But, what about that Little Middle? Never an ounce of peace for this one. Except today. Home with a cold... Big Brother at school... Little Sis. napping. It's his turn!
And the poor guy is so used to not getting my full attention, he almost doesn't quite know what to make of it. Not only is he sandwiched, but he's my most quiet and easy going out of the bunch. You know how the squeaky wheel gets the grease... well, I've got two pretty loud squeakers and this one seems to be content without much fuss.
He spent a good chunk of his day dipping his sidewalk chalk in water and creating masterpieces. Then he moved on to coloring his hands and painting his finger nails, but it kept him occupied for a long time.
I wish I could type the smell of the day. After a huge rain in the early morning, the air was so sweet and cool and it felt Fallish and cozy. I noticed the first few leaves beginning to change. I am so ready for the real thing! Sweaters, tights, boots... bring it!! I love summertime in the mountains, but there's nothing like Fall. I need: to make more time for afternoons like these, to leave the mess alone, to put down the phone and sit outside and inhale life and watch my precious boy play in the beautiful sunshine.
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1 comment:

Ostriches Look Funny said...

precious. I worry about middle children too. I was the oldest, so I know what they are put through...sort of. Wow. That didn't make any sense.
Do you know what I mean though?