we spent almost every minute of this weekend outside enjoying the newly crisp and cool weather that finally made it way to california.  around this time of year, i almost can't stand to be indoors, finding the outside environment so invigorating and refreshing.  on saturday, we hung out at tilden park, a park so large that no matter how many times we've visited, we always end up discovering new places every time we go, where we rode the steam train, walked around one of the lakes, and went on the merry-go-round (holden's favorite).  on sunday, we went to a local street fair where we spent the majority of our time hiding leaves in the orange cones that were acting as blockades and digging rocks out of the planters lining the street (boys are funny).

holden seemed to be going through a little independent streak, wanting to walk on his own, eat on his own, and pretty much do everything on his own.  the kid that usually loves to hold hands and run down the path together, wriggled his hand out of my grasp every time and ran ahead of me.  although i expected to be a little heartsick when we reached this phase, i surprised myself in not feeling any bit of sadness over the whole not needing me as much and instead found myself feeling overwhelmed with pride.  i'm sure it helped that by the time the evening rolled around, he was glued to my side and wouldn't let me put him down.  i suppose that's how it will always matter how much he is grown, he will always need me at certain times.