Days are getting shorter shorter shorter here. The leaves are off our little maples in the back yard, and after a enjoying couple of weeks of gorgeous autumn weather, we're segueing into the damp-windy-cool portion of fall.
My car is usually dew-covered in the morning now. Today, as I shuffled out the kitchen door with various bags, Otto ran around to my car window and drew me a picture:
Then he buckled himself in, and we were off to school.
After he hopped out at the drop-off circle, Bel rearranged her dolls in the back seat (they have to sit up in between the two car seats), and finished her last few fruity Cheerios on the way to day care.
Where she happily modeled her hat and mittens:
I guess soccer tonight was rainy, but the kids were prepared with their jackets and mittens and layers. Just a couple of weeks left, and then I'll have to look into indoor soccer for winter -- Annabel is already asking. She really, really likes it.
Otto? Well, he likes it OK. But he's the kind of kid who gets caught daydreaming in the back field. Or rolling down the leaf-covered hill behind the goal rather than warming up.
I can relate. I've felt a little dreamy too, the past few weeks as we start settling in for winter. I swapped out the lightweight summer duvet for the thick fluffy winter one. We make hot cocoa for breakfast more often than smoothies, and read in front of the fireplace in the evening. Flannel jammies, sweaters, chili on the stove and pumpkin bread in the oven...
this is one time of year I don't like to rush
