So...I realize that our little family has a penchant for celebrating very small things in a very big way. I own that. Even for us, though, this weekend might have been a little over the top.
It's officially fall, and the temperatures have dipped below 50 at night and haven't popped above the mid-70s during the day. We have broken out the jeans and light sweaters. (Our Northern roots have conceded to their Southern branches. We chill easily.) The leaves are changing, and local apples and apple cider have hit the stores and then our table. We are reveling in fall.
Normally, Daddy makes us wait until October 1 to break out the pumpkins and Halloween decorations, but since we have a soccer game and I work late on October 1, we managed to persuade him to let us decorate yesterday. (Clearly, waiting until October 2 would be ridiculous.) The van has been window stickered, and the pumpkins have run amok in the house. Admittedly, that is not too over the top--especially for us. But wait for it...
We put a fire in the fireplace both Saturday and Sunday nights. We also made our first fall meals: sausage gravy and biscuits Saturday and fried chicken Sunday. S'mores were roasted. Pumpkin bars were baked. The children broke out their flannel pajamas. Fall happened.
Now I just have to figure out what on earth we will do in January when it is actually cold...
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