I like every season. It seems to have taken a while but I think Fall may actually be here to stay. I’ve been happy about it because that means I can wear some of the fall clothes I have, including a few new things. There’s nothing like bringing in a new season with a new outfit to wear. But the change in temperature and amount of garments worn to match, tends to give me fits for the beginning of the season.
I’m commonly cold, so I wear warm clothes. I go outside and it’s cold which is fine because I’m dressed for the temperature. But I’m not accustomed to the colder temperature so I get cold. Then I get in the car or go inside a building and the heat is on and I get overly hot because I’m now overdressed. Leather boots and socks are great in cold weather but are stifling indoors. It just feels like a temperature roller coaster to my body for the first month or so into fall.
The one fall day I hope will be mild—warm even—is Halloween. There’s nothing like planning for weeks in advance with a costume, only to find out you’re over or underdressed for the weather on All Hallows Eve. This year though we had very warm weather, which worked out kindly for my children since they were in costumes that would have made both them and the adults cranky had the temperature been twenty degrees cooler.
My daughter was Wonder Woman, a very popular costume this year due to the recent release of the Wonder Woman movie. My son, for reasons I’m not sure, wanted to be the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Specifically he wanted to be an inflatable version of the character. My husband found the costume and Nana, through some tedious and complex sewing, shortened the legs so he could walk without falling down.
My daughter looked stylish and skimpily clad in her red, blue and gold Wonder Woman costume replete with patent red leather knee-high boots. Though she wisely decided her new teal fleece would be a good addition to her outfit considering it was getting a little chilly after dark.
Nana went off with my daughter while Papa went with my son. I’m not sure who my husband went with but he came back and then went out again later. I think they got separated and everyone was busy talking to neighbors. I was in an all-black dress and flowing cape, handing out “Love Potion No. 10” (there being inherent problems with the No. 9 version it turned out). Our friends came over for the third year running so their daughter could go trick-or-treating while they handed out our candy and I made sure no adult went thirsty.
My son got back first and was carefully sorting his candy, removing any with peanuts but telling Papa that almonds were okay. My daughter wasn’t anywhere to be found so my husband went to find them in the car since the streets had mostly cleared. Nana said they were heading home but my daughter kept saying, “just one more house”. Lastly, Dylan made it in and checked the amount of candy she’d collected in her backpack, declaring this year the biggest haul yet at 12.8lbs.
Candy was eaten, bedtimes were missed. Anyone want to guess how cranky the children will be in the morning? It’s only one night of the year—a night I remember more than almost any other from my childhood—so I guess it’s worth it.
The Big Boy Tiny Girl Big Number Conversation: This morning we heard the children talking to Alexa up in their bedroom. I was asking them what they wanted for breakfast, calling up to them from the kitchen. After they responded I heard them talking to Alexa. I asked what they were talking about. As my daughter rounded the stairs into the dining room she said, “we’re talking about really big numbers with Alexa.” They were doing math problems, asking Alexa things like what a million times a million was. I started listening in and heard my son say, “wow, that’s a really big number.”
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