Confession time.
• I am so ready for Fall. It was over 90 yesterday (like 20 degrees hotter than average), but I still went and got a Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks. I had too. It was PSL day!
• Except I sort of can’t believe it’s fall. I’ve been in denial about September for months, because this is the month we set to move Harry to a big boy bed. We have the mattress set up, the bedding has been purchased. It’s all ready to go. But suddenly, I’m not!
• I was finally able to replace my water-logged ruined Canon 5D with a used 5D that a friend sold me. I really missed having a full-frame camera. I loved taking pictures of the kids last weekend.
And I implemented a very strict no-liquids-under-the-stroller policy. And was still paranoid the entire time. (And the day we were at the Fair and it rained? I was internally freaking out.)
• The Sky Glide used to be one of my favorite things at the Fair. We hadn’t been able to ride it for a couple of years due to the whole having a baby thing, but since we went to a concert this year sans kids, we were able to ride it. And it scared me real bad. I’m not normally afraid of heights, or of rides, but whew. I kept thinking, “We’re awfully high up. Only this little cable? When’s the last time this thing was serviced?” Is this a normal thing to happen after becoming a mom?
• And I think it goes without saying that I’m having Fair food withdrawals. No more fried pickles for an entire year? Sad.
Do you have anything to confess?
We just moved Nora into a bed last Thursday, and she’s 4! So yes, I understand not being ready. : )