That time of year again.
My favorite times of the year are spring and fall. I love the way the April showers make the leaf buds look neon green against the dark brown bark of the tree trunks. And those overcast, drizzly days... I could listen to the raindrops hit the leaves for hours.
As much as I like spring, though, I like fall a little bit better. Something in the air, I guess. The way the leaves crinkle under your feet. How they smell. Cider and donuts. Halloween. I have very fond memories of trick-or-treating in my Grandparents' neighborhood in my Wonder Woman plastic mask, which is total safety hazard now no doubt.
If I were a month, I'd be October. Not only is my favorite holiday in October, some of my most favorite people's birthdays are in October. Wedding anniversaries, including Ryan's and mine, of more favorite people are in October, too.
This time of year always energizes me, which is ironic because, technically, everything is, I don't want to say dying, but shutting down for winter. Even though things are winding down, the crisp autumn air puts a spring in my step.
This October has been no exception. I took Mason for a walk this morning and it hit me. It's my favorite time of year! I've been thinking about how lucky I am ever since. Not showering for three days and morning breath doesn't stop Ryan from wanting a kiss. And after a few stressful weeks of fussing, Mason seems ready for a more regular routine.
So yeah, this October is shaping up to be the best yet. Not only because I'm starting to feel a little bit more like myself every day. But because I have a wonderful husband and a beautiful baby boy to share it with.
October 04, 2007
Pink eye can't believe it isn't over. // Swiss Baby. // Goodbye Grandma Champine. // Family Portrait. // Check 'em out. // Postponed. // Not long now. // Tuckered out. // Boo boo. // New news. // Oh, hello. // Here we go again. // Something New! // Surrender. // Update. // Third day on the job. // Our second official illness. // Our first official illness. // Usually, I like being in control. // Daycare. // Awww... // Motherhood. // Our little adventure. // That time of year again. // Mini-Me. // Two weeks and two days. // His very own website. // Super star. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Taking his sweet time. // Locked and loaded. // Request. // Hi Dad. // Two and a half weeks left. // Just checking in. // Welcome to my crib. // I cain't see! // Check this out. // It's official. I'm huge. // Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. // Experiencing technical difficulties. // Venting. // Rocky Road ice cream anyone? // Dad, how do you do it? // Nursery. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Place your bets. // The Keblet. // Double whammy. // The Keblet. // *Barf* // Can't sleep. // *Waves* // Dad. // Lala. // Happy anniversary, mom and dad! // Operation: New bathroom. // Happy Birf-day, dear husband of mine... // Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... // My best Rick James impersonation. // Good bye. // More randomness. // Random thoughts. // Careful. I bite. // Grumpy smurf. // Fruits of our Labor Day. // Ridiculous. // Human barometer. // Welcome home, dad. // There's no place like home. // Flatulence. // Hungry, apparently. // Jobs. // Teefs. // Cavities. // Bad mood. // Finally. // Weddings. // Dad. // Mom. // Mean. // Oh no. // Move along. Nothing to see here. // Stuff. // Tuesday. The day after Monday. // Bored. Or is it boring? // Two things. // Feeling Green. // Accepted. // Good day. // Sis. Boom. Bah. // Monday. // Weekend. // Gone. // Closed. //