While John did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen tonight, I headed outside to play in the back yard with the littles. It was hot today, so we headed out dressed the same as we had been – Nick in just a diaper. After about 30 seconds, he made it clear with his half crouching and pained whining that sounded like a wounded animal that he was cold. So we grabbed a hoodie for him while Mia put on her winter vest over her tee and shorts.
Five minutes later, as I was distractedly looking around at the gorgeous bits of sunset light everywhere and the random patch of fall crocus in the yard, she asked me, “Mama, is this Fall?” I got all excited and said, “Yes – almost!” and she got all sad and said, “Oh. I don’t like fall. I like spring.”
But it didn’t make me sad. It made me so very excited for her to have her first real Fall where she’s old enough to suck the marrow out of the last bits of warmth and learn and experience the endless list of things that both her daddy and I completely and utterly adore about Fall.