I really dislike fall. I hate that the warm breezes of late summer switch over to cold winds. I hate that I have to start wearing shoe instead of the flip flops I lived in all summer. I hate that the heat has to be turned on. I hate that I freeze on my hands and feet and sweat every where else. I hate that there are leaves all over my yard and that I have to listen to my husband complain about the no leaves in the yard rule where we live. And, most of all, I hate pumpkin. I hate the smell and the taste and what seems to be everyones love affair with it.
But I don’t hate fall. Like I said, I just really dislike it.
And why just the dislike when there’s so much to hate?
x3 this year. We went to her babysitters halloween party, Ikea trick or treating, and regular trick or treating. It rained bad this year so we got to go to two houses before she was wet. So she spent Halloween in the warm house clad in a diaper watching The Lorax and drinking a sippy. She was much happier that way. Oh, and she’s in love with lollipops
She loved crawling around and exploring and actually interacted with some of the other kids a little bit.
And the best part of fall? It becomes winter (another love hate relationship there) which leads to Christmas.
Happy beginning of December, everyone!