Our baby has been having a hard time lately.  This last month has been “challenging” to say the least.  He’s been having some unexpected food issues along with some oh so delightful visits from the teething fairy.  All of this has resulted in some minor disruptions to his sleep {and by minor I mean waking up twenty times a night!}.  I’m sure that most new parents would simply nod their head or shrug their shoulders with a certain “that comes with the territory” sort of approach but this is brand new to Steve and I.  And not an overly delightful kind of new either!  Hudson has been an amazing sleeper basically since birth.  From two weeks old and on, he only ever woke up once a night to be fed and from there, he went straight into sleeping eleven hours through the night {he may look like his Daddy but he has his Mommy’s sleepy genes!}.  So for the past month, he hasn’t slept through a single night…nor have we.

All of this to say that we’ve found ourselves up at gawdawful hours of the morning lately.  And it’s not pretty!  Thankfully though, it is rather hilarious at times.  For instance, earlier this week, we were walking to Starbucks at an unmentionable hour while everyone else was still curled up under their covers {thank you Starbucks for being open that early!}.  After a couple days of rain, Hurricane Earl was unleashing his winds on us and out of nowhere, in the midst of being blown down the street, Steve bent down and said to our son, “Do you feel that breeze Hudson?  It’s the winds of change!”…and on he walked!  Anyone who knows my husband well would totally understand the humour in this!  It was seriously one of the funniest things that I’ve ever heard come out of my husband’s mouth!  Apparently sleep-deprivation turns Steve into a total cheese ball {with a side order of sarcasm!}!  I continued to laugh for about four blocks!!!

The thing of it is though, despite the corniness of his statement, he wasn’t really that far off!  Change is coming…you can just feel it in the air!  It’s September now and my favourite time of year.  I don’t know what it is about Autumn, but I just find it so rejuvenating and reflective…and I love the changes that come along with it.  January may provide a clean slate, but it’s usually driven by excess; too much spending; too much eating; too much travelling.  September is nurtured through inspiration; warm days and cool nights; putting your down blanket on the bed for the first time; the leaves changing colour; pumpkin spice lattes at Starbucks.  Even though I haven’t sat in a classroom for nearly ten years…it makes me want to run out and buy school supplies!  Autumn just seems to induce a natural calming of our instincts.  And I feel like I need it now more than ever.

As I mentioned earlier, our routine throughout the last few weeks has really been thrown to the wolves thanks to our son {Note: children…wonderful! Their digestive systems…not so much!} and in all honesty, it’s been very depleting to our souls.  Spending every day just trying to cope and get by is not really how we envisioned finishing off our summer and we’ve found ourselves in recent days struggling with it more and more.  So I’ve decided that as of this evening…I’m done with it!  I’m done with the crappy finale to summer; I’m done with aimlessly going through my day {sleep or no sleep}; I’m done with feeling frustrated and helpless and discouraged.  I’m done!  I have three more hours to feel annoyed at the universe for the current hand that we’ve been dealt and then I am cut off…cold turkey!

I intend to embrace September and all of its transformative glory.  I need to.  I need to let myself change the same ways the leaves do…and then I need to let go and let myself land where I may.  As Finger Eleven so beautifully puts it…“You’ve got to find your balance…you’ve got to realize…you’ve got to try to find what’s right before your eyes…and if you find you’ve fallen…and all your grace is gone…just scream for me and I’ll be what you’re falling on…” Ah…lovely!

In the midst of all this chaos though…my baby turned six months old.  I’m sorry…did I say baby?  What I meant to say was that my sixteen pound turkey of a son who has all eyes on mobility and a sweet potato striking distance of about three feet…just turned six months old this past weekend!!  Despite our “differences of opinion” throughout this past month…he sure is cute…