It's ridiculous how much I'm forcing the season of Fall to come. It really is hands down my favorite season. There's nothing more comforting than a fire in the fireplace, kicking back with the family on the couch with a big blanket and hot chocolate. The rainy weather effect that Hurricane Ike brought to Oklahoma made me long for the crisp cold weather and of course, Halloween!
I decided to make the girls Halloween Trick or Treating baskets much like their Easter baskets from last year and seeing them in their finished form makes me excited. Lily decided that she wanted to be a peacock for Halloween, so I am in the process of making her a "peacock-looking" tutu and a headband with some sort of peacock feathers or something on it. I have an adorable vision in my head... Wether or not it turns out like what I am visioning will be a different story! Sophie has been pretty infatuated with spiders and "bugga-buggas" so I will probably make her some sort of insect theme Halloween costume. I'm sure I will come up with something fun!
With the advent of Fall, comes Lily's 5th birthday. First off, I am floored at the fact that Lily will be 5 years old. It really seems like yesterday that we were going to celebrate her 3rd birthday. Her latest obsession is The Magic Schoolbus and all things science related. So of course she wants a birthday party with a science theme! I am thanking my lucky stars that it's something neat and different rather than a princess or Barbie sort of thing. Not that there is anything wrong with that...
Well, enjoy my one picture I snapped of the girl's Halloween baskets. I will take pictures of the girls in their costumes as they progress. Happy Fall!
A Fall Song Golden and red trees Nod to the soft breeze, As it whispers, "Winter is near;" And the brown nuts fall At the wind's loud call, For this is the Fall of the year. Good-by, sweet flowers! Through bright Summer hours You have filled our hearts with cheer We shall miss you so, And yet you must go, For this is the Fall of the year. Now the days grow cold, As the year grows old, And the meadows are brown and sere; Brave robin redbreast Has gone from his nest, For this is the Fall of the year. I do softly pray At the close of day, That the little children, so dear, May as purely grow As the fleecy snow That follows the Fall of the year. -Ellen Robena Field- |
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