Yesterday, late afternoon, I took the kids outside to play in the very small amount of leaves in front of our apartment building. The sun was actually setting, at 4:45 (I hate day-light savings time) and so we had to hurry.
I remember being a kid and looking forward to raking the leaves so I could jump in them. Course once I was done jumping in them, I abandoned the rake for the house and Dad was left to finish the raking.
Makiah and Sam would make a small pile and them pick up the pile, throwing it into the air. Then they would jump and run through it. Such simple pleasure, but they were happy.
I think Sam was looking for a pretty leaf for a project we are doing later today.
Leaves are raining down.
"Which one, which one??"
"I love the leaves"
Makiah and Sam with Daniel the drooler.
So later today we will be using our collected leaves for a fall art project. Daniel was only outside for a few minutes then I returned him to the house because the leaves they threw on him, he would get and try to eat. I'm not a fan of my baby eating leaves, so back to the house he went.