As soon as the weather gets a tiny bit of crisp in the air, Julien starts asking if we can have a fire.
In my gratitude journal I wrote:
First fire of autumn
Yesterday, while doing grammar with two of the kids, I learned that we do not capitalize seasons.
No, apparently I’m not smarter than a 5th grader.
It makes no sense to me, because it seems that the seasons should be proper nouns. Because autumn is a specific season, not just any season.
But I digress.
Ruby is totally potty trained now, no thanks to me. And she prefers the real toilet, not a little potty.
She also did her first “drop off” playdate at a friend’s house. Growing so fast.
