a walk in the woods.

This past week, we had gorgeous November weather. Out of the ordinary weather, but gorgeous, nonetheless. P and I tried to get outside as much as possible and soak in some sun before true November weather strikes.

P was fascinated by something in the creek. He kept sticking his head through the posts of the bridge rails. And I kept envisioning myself having to call the fire department from my cell phone because we were somewhere deep in the woods, and my kid's head was stuck. I'm always thinking of the what if's....


I finally realized what was occupying P's attention. A "boot-ball".


Some poor kid is frantically searching for their football. The same football that their mean bully of a brother stole out of his room, took into the woods, and threw in the creek. Brothers are mean like that, you know. I hear far too many "brother" stories about my husband's childhood. Sisters are much nicer. We just steal each others clothes and make-up. Maybe the kid's football will find its way home. The rightful owner was smart to write their name on it in black permanent Sharpie.

And while I'm on a tangent about footballs, I must include this story. This is P's baby book, after all. And if I don't include this story here, it will be long forgotten by the time P gets to high school, and I will not be able to include it in my graduation card to P when he heads off to college to be a UGA quarterback. So, I better write this one down for future reference. Taylor was teaching P how to tackle the other night. They were throwing a nerf football across the room, then Taylor was encouraging P to run over and tackle him. P seemed to understand. So he threw the football to Taylor, Taylor caught the ball, then P ran up to Taylor and tickled him on the arm. Tackle, tickle. Ha! Our southern accent continues to cause confusion. Even for our own son.

Okay. I'll stop rambling now. And here are a few more of my favorite pictures from our walk in the woods. I love the light in these two.



A walk in the woods with my son and a memory card full of pictures. What more can a mom ask for?