Ok, phew! Now we've hit the fall. Sweaters, boots, snuggly scarves; all welcome.
One morning in early September, Henry was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He came out and said "Uhhh, mom. I think I need a haircut." He was so right.
So we ate breakfast, hopped in the car, and got him one.
Maggie, however, has yet to hatch out of an egg OR get her first haircut. It's just so sweet and wispy. I can't bring myself to do it.
This fall, we also went to the park, and I put my children in jail. Where they belong.
The kids started to wear fall clothes, and we discovered that Maggie is at her cutest in leggings and tunics. Some days I think she's better dressed than me. (Which is not all that hard to do, really.)
We've had multiple picnics this fall as well. Here, a bagel-picnic at the park.
And we made a chocolate cake. (At home. Not at the park.)
We baked most of it. At least 3/4 of the batter. I think.
Henry fought bravely in an unnamed battle.
Maggie washed the dishes for me. Sort of. More realistically, she got so much water on the floor that she probably got it cleaner than she did any dish.
Miss Margaret Virginia also got to hold her namesake, (not really, but that's what I'm going to tell her forever) Mary Virginia. It was a match made in heaven. Maggie loves Mary Virginia so much it hurts. Literally. Sometimes she hurts the baby with her love. Regularly, in fact.
Henry became a pirate and commandeered this wooden ship. (He loves costumes. Have you noticed?)
We've had several movie nights recently. Since the season for after-dinner walks is over, I'm often at an absolute loss as to what to do with the kids from about 6:30 to 7:30pm. I mean, I can only bathe them so many times, you guys.
Also, in case you were wondering, Maggie is still snuggly. It makes up for a lot.
Henry has an incredibly dapper jacket this fall. I think he knows he's looking pretty good. What with that haircut and all.
Last month, we lugged the kids (with the help of Mary C & DanDan) to the Richmond Folk Festival. It was cold, and drizzly, and muddy, and grey, and really, really fun. The kids had a great time, and not just because we let them eat fried Oreo's and chocolate ice cream.
Maggie also made a BFF. Did you just die of cute?
But, of course, no BFF can replace her big brother. Who she loves to pieces. When she's not torturing him.
We also rode some dinosaurs. NBD.
Look how scared she looks!!! "Scaaaawwy!"
Then Maggie dressed up like a doggie.
And Buzz Lightyear made me a salad.
Then things got serious, you guys. Halloween Season was upon us.
Sweet Potato was forced to wear her pumpkin costume several times in October. What a good dog!
And then we carved those bad boys up! And drank hot cider. (Okay, lukewarm cider.)
And boy, did we frolick. Every leaf pile was jumped in, every falling leaf was chased riotously, every stick and acorn was inspected. The Williamson children are thorough in their pursuit of nature, that's for sure.
And, of course, the apex of it all, we had HALLOWEEN!!! It was a lovely, chaotic, sugar-filled night.
The next morning, Henry cried because he wouldn't get to go trick-or-treating again for a whole year. And then I wanted to cry too, because that's how I feel the day after EVERY major holiday.
Then we ate Reese's cups and DumDums until we felt better.
And now, It's November and THANKSGIVING IS ALMOST HERE! Wheeeeeeeeee!