Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
It's August already. Where does the time go?! Our baby girl turned 8 months on Saturday and I wanted to try something fun with her to remind her of how big she was in her first season of summer. She is on the verge of crawling still and can manage to inch her way around by pushing herself backwards, rolling around and a little bit of a bum scoot. I think she will end up being a crawler though, unlike her big sister who bum scooted happily about when she was a baby.
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