Bring on the season change!

My own perfection.

It just got cold here.  The leaves are still clinging desperately to the trees and they are as green as they were in May, but my toes were cold this morning when I got out of bed (I'm sure the wood floors have nothing to do with that!).  Finn needed a hoodie to go to daycare this morning and socks. No more cute sleeveless summer onesies with fish and crabs on them.  Oh, no...we have moved onto the polar bears and the fleece!

Abby tried to leave the house wearing a scarf and I had to remind her that it was going to get to 70 this afternoon (it was 48 degrees when she left the house).  She pouted and put it away.  I'm sure she smuggled mittens out in her backpack, though.  Sometimes she acts so much like me it's scary.  I have a new found respect for my Mom, and I curse Uriah openly when he laughs and tells me that I'm being punished for what I (allegedly) put my own mother through.  I'm sure she would disagree with him on every count and claim I am as perfect as I remember being!

Happy Monday...call your mother and remind her of your prefection.