I've got that fall feeling. Its my favorite time of year. You get to wear sweaters. And UGGs. And eat pumpkin-spiced anything with reckless abandon. You can put on a few extra pounds without anyone taking notice. Unless your husband plans trips to the Caribbean in the winter. Then 20, maybe 25 days of the 30-Day Shred is more of what fall looks like.
Why isn't fall capitalized like it is in most other languages? It deserves to be with all the crisp McIntosh apples to pick and cinnamon sticks to swizzle in your cup of hot cider. As a - ahem - respectable mom, you don't have to dress like a complete tramp for Halloween. If you're anything like me, you'll dress as Isaac, the Love Boat bartender. You know, using an afro and a white polyester ship captain's costume and cap that were intended for the 8-10 year old set (at least that was the size on the package). Oh, wait. I wore that before I was a mom. To my Halloween-themed rehearsal dinner the night before our wedding. Where I allegedly did green goblin shots. Allegedly.
And fall gives me the warm and fuzzy feeling because we celebrate our anniversary. Maybe we'll go back to the carousel where we took our wedding pictures and go for a whirl with Baby D. Maybe this year he'll be Isaac.