For some reason, Liberty is learning to spit and spit well. He gets a cup, goes to the refrigerator, fills it with water from the door and then goes outside and engages in a full spitting ritual all down the front of his shirt and pants. He comes back in, refills the cup, heads back outside and continues until his clothes are soaked through. To say that this boy has a fascination with water is an understatement. Maybe it is more of a kinship.

At least he learned not to spit in the house. Impressive.

Lib had a great first day back and I spent the morning getting my life back in order. This afternoon he is getting the long overdue haircut I am gearing up for as I write this.

The days are already getting shorter and autumn is now in full swing.

Time to sweep the hearth.