I love the changing of seasons. I love the little buds that appear in the ground in the Spring and the tiny little leaves that form on the trees. Every year it seems like a miracle that winter is over.
|Listening to his music|
This spring, we're noticing how much more he's taking in the world around him.
We've taken Elijah on a lot of walks in his life and often he'd spend a lot of the time bent forward with his mouth on the stroller. It was quite a source of stress for me. I didn't like that he did it, but I couldn't get him to stop doing it. Walks around our neighborhood were often filled with grumpiness for me as I tried to figure out how to get him to sit up straight - and happiness for Elijah as he thoroughly enjoyed the vibrations of his stroller on his teeth.
|Taking a drink|
When the wind blows and causes the dead leaves on the trees to rustle, Eli stops and looks. He's internalizing more, learning by living - something most children do without anyone even thinking twice about it. And I'm learning too, learning to appreciate and take note in the changing of seasons and the changing of Elijah.
Nothing ever stays the same and for that I am grateful.
P.P.S. Random purple pajama photos are from January and really have nothing to do with this post.