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How to Not Dress Your Kids Appropriately

I love fall. I do. It’s my favorite season. The colors of the falling leaves. Pumpkins and gourds. Halloween and costumes and candy. A cup of a steaming drink in your hand in the morning. There are rainy, gloomy days, but it mostly comes without the threat of doom and destruction like spring. It’s not too hot, not too cold, but usually a nice road down the middle.

The problem is, however, I have no idea how to dress my kids for the day.

My boys don’t care what they wear as long as they have something on, so I still pick out their daily ensemble. With the weather being like it is, I find myself at a bit of a loss. I put them in shorts one day last week because the day before was in the 80′s. That day, however, barely made it to 65. So I dressed them in long sleeves and pants the next day, when they came home sweating off the bus from upper-70 temperatures.

As my mom would say, this is how people catch colds. And my mom would be right, since Jedi is fighting one heck of a cough right now. Luckily, no other symptoms are present, he still feels fine. Thus I sent both boys to school today.

In long sleeves and jeans. With a light jacket.

Though I feel I should have bundled them in winter coats, since it was in the 30′s while standing at the bus stop this morning. Except it’s supposed to be 75 by the time they return home.

A 40 degree difference all in one day.

I may love fall, but I have no idea how to dress for it. And we’re all going to catch pneumonia by the time it’s over.

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When Ladybugs Attack

The perfect autumn weather is good for a myriad of different treats. Rolling around in leaves, pumpkin patches, wearing sweaters. Most of these I’ve already listed before in an I LOVE FALL! type of post.

What I failed to remember is that fall is also when ladybugs attack.

Holy crap, all the ladybugs!

While a swarm of ladybugs flying right at my face isn’t high on my list of a good time, and I really hate having them in my house, pinging against the walls, their silhouettes playing behind my curtains, flying in dizzy circles… Wait, what was my point? Oh yeah, stupid bugs.

Buzz, however, is all boy and can’t get enough of these insects. Whether it’s a fly or an ant or a Pixar movie about bugs. And now, the ladybugs. He points at the gangly group converging on the outside window screen, like some bad made for TV horror film. Think The Birds, only much, much smaller.

“BUG!”, he squeals in giddy delight.

“BUG!”, as he notices an intruding ladybug’s polka dot armor roaming our carpet. He kneels down and studies it’s beady body. He pokes it, prods it, flips it over on it’s back. Luckily he has yet to fully squash one in his fingers.

“BUG!”, he repeats, mesmerized.

I pick it up gently and set it free outside. A task I’ve already accomplished numerous times. Mommy, ladybug rescuer. Buzz follows close behind. “Bye bye, BUG!”, he waves, as 10 more swarm inside in it’s place. Stupid bugs.

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