Another Halloween . . .

Tis the season, once again, and time for ghouls and goblins and all manner of terrifying beasties . . .

They clamber out onto the streets to participate in that hallowed tradition of begging friends and strangers alike for something sweet to eat . . .

It is my favorite time of year. The crunchy leaves and the cooling air, leaving us no choice but to start wearing sweaters again. It is the start of something precious . . . the holiday season and the deep cold of winter. I plan to snuggle my little people close this winter, enjoy our old traditions and maybe introduce a few new ones.

Welcoming Hugo

Having a baby, welcoming a new member to the family, is such an epic event. Of course it touches, challenges, and changes everyone in the family as each person shifts into their new roles . . . big sister, mother of five, oldest of a large sibling group. All of my kids have been so helpful as I passed (again) through the demanding tasks of pregnancy, birth, and caring for a newborn. We are now six weeks in with this new little person, and somehow they feel like long and incredibly short weeks simultaneously. Life is nowhere near as “back to normal” as I wish it could be, but that will come. For now we try to enjoy each little breathtaking smile and soak up that glorious newness that Hugo shares so generously with us. Hugo Winchester, little chunk of a boy, 6 weeks old. Yeah, we like him.