There is a stretch of Fall that always feels like I am a single parent (I realize that I don't really know what it's like to be a single parent, because it's this relatively small stretch of time when my other half is unavailable for back-up... can't fathom what it would be like to not know he was eventually coming back). I am in the middle of that stretch. I appreciate the single parents who do this, while working full-time, or even part-time. Two weekends down, in the middle of the third. One long one still to come. I'll be thankful when it's done, for another year. And hopefully when it's all over my freezer will be full.
Meanwhile me and the kids are busy with life.
The rest of our weekend will likely be all about getting ready for Tuesday's photo shoot with a local photographer who is putting together a book about red heads. We're hoping that we find our way into her book. With four generations of red heads showing up, ranging in age from two to eighty-something, we hope our odds are good.