Like most people in this part of the country, I’m more than ready to welcome fall after the heat and humidity that plagued the South all summer. I know it’s a bit ridiculous to whip out sweaters and boots and start adding pumpkin spice to everything in sight just because the calendar says it’s autumn. So, I’ve tried hard not to go overboard on fall festivity or seasonal decor until the temperatures level out somewhere below ninety degrees. But, when the first chill hit earlier this week, the Preschooler and I made a stop by a nursery down the road from us and picked up a few pumpkins for the front door.
I wear a watch with a fitness tracker to get a general idea of how much exercise I’m getting in each week. Many days I’m disappointed to see that I’ve not met my fitness goal. But, after our brief trip to get pumpkins, I {no joke} met my exercise goal for the day. It reminded me of a few years ago when the 2nd Grader was barely three and thought the pumpkin patch was a free for all.
When we explained she could only take one, she was both confused and crushed.
This year I had something simple in mind for the planter by the front door, maybe a stack like this:
Meanwhile, at the mention of the word “stack,” the Preschooler clearly had a grander vision in mind for us… something more like this:
You might not believe how many large gourds a 40-pound 4-year-old can load onto a rolling cart in a matter of seconds. All I can tell you is it’s a good workout to put them back up.
It’s also a mental workout to keep up with young kids in conversation. I was only half paying attention yesterday as I was swinging the Preschooler in the backyard. She has only recently been sleeping in her own bed all through the night, so she’s quite proud of herself and her newfound affinity for her bed and her room.
Preschooler: When I grow up and get married I still want to sleep in my same bed with my brown bear.
Me: Well, OK. But your bed is pretty small. Where’s your husband going to sleep?
Preschooler: In your room with you and Daddy.
I don’t think so. I’m all for these girls wanting to stay close to home when they grow up. But, we’re not sleep training anyone else, most especially not their future husbands. I think that conversation alone deserves a pumpkin spice latte.
Hilarious! Best laugh of my day! Thank you for sharing. Hollie! I love your blog, ?
You are truly a comedienne! To quote a comedian–“You don’t tell funny stories, you tell stories funny!” . . . . That is quite an art, and we get the picture! ha..ha..