The other major highlight of the week was Lemon's first apple picking adventure. We went to an orchard about 20 minutes from our house, which is basically the middle of nowhere. It was a glorious fall day, and we did all the glorious fall things:
Looking at chickens
Going on a hayride
Fall is my favorite season of the year, and it seems to be every bit as glorious in Wisconsin as it is "back home" in New England. This year, though, I face it with a bit more trepidation than I have in the past. Fall is the season of pumpkins and apples and color, but it also is the beginning of the season of contagious disease. The students (and whatever pestilence they harbor) are back on campus. A serious respiratory virus is making its rounds in the midwest and in other parts of the country, sending hundreds of otherwise healthy kids to the hospital because they can't breathe. People are coughing and sniffling and sneezing all around. There doesn't seem to be enough Purell and flu shots in the universe to save us from all this.
I can't raise Lemon in a bubble, nor do I want to. But the drive to protect him from all of these things is strong since I know the cost to him of he getting sick is so high. It's a tough balance, especially with an increasingly mobile, curious, and willful little boy who is emphatically not a baby anymore (at least in his mind). We take things one day and one action at a time. Here's hoping that fall, and the winter that is coming all too soon, are beautiful, serene, and most importantly, healthy.