Flowers for my little man, and other stuff

I took flowers to my boy today; the ones from his service were all but dead, and I couldn't bear the thought of his little spot being bare. I wanted very much to put something bright and fun there, so I made up an arrangement of my own. Lots of bright, beautiful fall colors in a big wicker basket, with a cute scarecrow sticking out of the top. It's fall...Halloween, Thanksgiving....and his resting spot deserves some of the beautiful wonder of the time of year. It's always so cold and bland there, and I wanted to brighten it up for my little man. Silly, huh? As much as I think other people will believe that, I actually don't. It makes me feel better to be able to do SOMETHING for him; even some thing so small. Anyway, I thought they were pretty.



I worked at home today. Took down the crib, packed up baby clothes to both save and to give away. Tomorrow will be more of the same. I feel the need to get the stuff out of my sight. I'm not making hasty decisions....I just can't look at it. The crib was the hardest to handle; it's been up since before Jonathan was born. But, it had to be done, and I'm glad it is now. Tomorrow we'll actually take the stuff we're getting rid of to the Salvation Army store and be done with that part.

We're also going to the Pumpkin Patch tomorrow afternoon. Getting out in public isn't what I want to do, but my poor children need it, and truth be known, I probably do too. So we'll go. Hopefully I'll have the mind to remember to take the camera, so maybe I'll have some pictures to post tomorrow night.