Some Things

So! October! It’s ending. (Hooray?)

I may or may not have inadvertently, without proper consideration and apparently ANY foresight, scheduled a few too many autumnal activities for myself and my family this month. October has been nuts, filled with soccer games and festivals and birthdays and family visits and meetings and parties and work possibilities and school volunteering and an overarching feeling of general panic whenever I look at my calendar. I loved every minute of this month but I am WORN OUT. And, we still have Halloween to go! (Even though it feels like we’ve thoroughly celebrated this holiday at multiple events for weeks now, doesn’t it?)

I do this every single year because I simply love October. It’s my favorite month of the year because it’s so… October’ish; full of changing leaves and pumpkins and mums and cooler weather that makes wearing sweatpants and fleece socially acceptable again. To me, the arrival of October signals the official end of summer, when I typically come out of hot-weather hibernation. October always makes me want to do all of the outdoor activities all at once. So, I say yes to a ton of things and then complain incessantly about having to do all of those things. October is always the same story for me and each year, I vow to not repeat the insanity the following October but I can absolutely guarantee that next year, when the first leaf falls to the forest floor, I will be unable to stop myself from cramming our days full of assorted events celebrated while consuming specialty coffee drinks.

In addition to all of the regular life things, because we met the catastrophic out-of-pocket cap on our insurance this year, we’ve also been visiting as many doctors for as many ailments as possible before the calendar year ends. Because: FREE! Everything’s FREE. (But, actually not free because all of the free-ness was preceded by thousands and thousands of dollars we spent in co-pays that were totally not free.) Still, when my dermatologist prescribed a special cream and she looked at me and cautioned, “Just to warn you, it’s very, very expensive,” I was like, “NOT A PROBLEM!” So, there’s been lots of visits to lots of doctors getting eye appointments and dental visits and well-child exams checked off before the end of the year rolls around like some big race to an arbitrary finish line lined with lab coats. I don’t ever wish illness for my children but if they’re going to get hit with some horrible virus, do it before December 31, kids! Also, that hangnail looks red. Should we get that checked out?

My point is, we all feel a little like this around here:

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The other day, at lunchtime, I set Millie’s plate down on the table in front of her, where she was impatiently waiting. While her plate was filled with a delicious variety of her favorite foods, that didn’t stop Millie from passing instant judgement on what I had prepared for her. She started to complain about her sandwich but somewhere between the deep sigh and resigned grumbling, she noticed the bendy straw I had placed in her water glass. She paused, smiled broadly and exclaimed, “OH! A STRAW! Never mind. I’m happy now.” It was the most rapid about-face I’ve witnessed.

Living with a three-year-old girl must be what it’s like to live with a really fun, slightly crazy, super opinionated, elderly aunt. One that’s easily distracted by shiny objects, wears tons of costume jewelry and doesn’t always make it to the potty on time. Millie is all of those things. She is an absolute hoot.

I have no neat way to wrap this up other than to show you Charlie dressed as Davy Crockett. Well, if Davy Crockett took a midday nap with a Pottery Barn duvet. (As I pointed out previously, we’re all very tired around here. October, man.)

To no one’s surprise, Charlie desperately wanted to be the King of the Wild Frontier for Halloween. Bob obliged by finding a pint-sized Davy Crockett costume online. (There’s pretty much nothing that Amazon doesn’t carry.) It came complete with a coonskin cap which was great because for weeks Charlie has been trying to convince us that we need to hunt a raccoon in order to fashion our own cap. We weren’t enthralled with this idea so having the whole outfit shipped to our front door in two days’ time was perfect. He’s been wearing his costume since Tuesday. I’m hoping the fringe holds up through tomorrow.

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