Cards. BBQ. Bats. And HP as, well, HP.
We are slowing down. I just wanted to write that down to really let it seep in and simmer a bit. It’s conscious and an effort and it’s taking quite a bit of teamwork (and homework, by the way; am picking my way through the book, “Organized Simplicity“). It seems to be a decision made several times throughout the week, sometimes multiple times a day, and sometimes while saying “yes” to one thing and “no” to something else.
But by saying “no” to one thing this weekend, we had the opportunity to spend the evening with friends, celebrating both their 10-year wedding anniversary and the Cardinal’s win in the last game of the World Series.
A couple of worried looks during the game, but quickly forgotten by the end of the evening.
One of my favorite pictures ever of my friend Beth, or as we tend to refer to her, Too Tall Jones.
Girlfriend has to get the stool AND open both fridge doors to get to the top shelf. Omaword that’s funny. Even their baby thought so, barely keeping her smirk to herself.
We haven’t spent an evening like that with friends in a while and man, was it good. Just hangin’ low, good BBQ at the ready, babies falling asleep on laps, and watching the older kids sneak up on the table to blow out candles and then run away did my heart good.
The next day, after a drowsy morning spent in pj’s due to The ‘Fish’s football games being cancelled (snow on the ground, still), we finally roused ourselves into action for our town’s Trunk-or-Treat down at the rec center. It did not disappoint. Especially when we were accompanied by a bat (he refused to call himself “Batman”),
And Harry Potter, Quidditch style, sans broom (that would’ve slowed him down on the candy part, he said).
Bonus? He saw his best buddy, first thing.
And I got to see the ever returning poopsmile again. Just love that smile.
They fell into the swing of how this candy thing works straightaway.
Although this one kept taking flying breaks.
Doesn’t help his stride that the costume is about three years too big, although it did make him look more “wingy”.
The boys really teamed up and got down to business.
We saw some friends there. Or rather, they saw us and we didn’t run away before they had the chance to tell us who they were…
Omaword.
(They still weren’t as disturbing as the family who dressed up as clowns. Now that’s scary.)
The small fry looks like a sea creature in that costume. Excuse me. Coth-tume.
And my beautiful boy offered a beautiful find. I think that fall is my very favorite season, period.
Even if it was killed too early this year by that weird snow storm, which brought the promise of his very season…winter.
Hope you’re enjoying your own fall, your own slowing down, your own settling in.
We are.
