Every time the seasons change and I put Jackson in either shorts or pants for the first time, I always have a good chuckle to myself. He looks so different than he used to in jeans. Where he used to be shorter and pudgier, he is now growing longer and leaner. Fitting that he changes with the seasons. Summer in these parts was ousted quickly and replaced with dewy chilly mornings and early sunset evenings. The crisp air in the morning is a welcome reprieve from the humidity of the afternoon in the summer, but I would be lying if I said I was happy to see summer go. And here in front of me, after pulling his little legs into long pants, a tangible and symbolic proof that he is changing, the seasons are changing, and time isn’t slowing down for any bit of it. My own juxtaposition in front of my eyes - a couple of tiny boys, ever growing taller and smarter. (Don’t even get me started on Wyatt - last time I had HIM in jeans, they were a size newborn and he was a blob that didn’t dance or laugh or WALK).
I don’t really have any point here, except to say that I miss summer before its really out the door, and that I wish these tiny boys would just stop growing already.