It's here!

It is that time of year again... that magical time of cool crisp air, watching the trees turn dazzling shades of golds, ambers and ruby reds, the smells of sweetness baking in the kitchen and time to pour over catalogs to search for the best Halloween costumes ever!

I love Fall. Seriously, love. The weather is beautiful here. It's that time when you can wear sweaters at just the right times and sip hot cocoa, and also walk out to collect the mail in short sleeves without freezing your heinie off. Its that time of year when I begin to really look around the inside of the house and decide there is much too much "stuff", and everything is so disorganized and we need to throw everything out and start over (okay not really, but sometimes I daydream about doing it). I guess the shift in weather from outside weather to staying inside hibernating weather makes me feel the need to gut the house and reorganize.

But more importantly after the reorganizing the house phase passes, we start thinking about what scrumptious goodies to bake, what dazzling crafts we will make, what kind of costumes we will wear (Which by the way, Middle Little has decided she wants to be a character from an 80's cartoon... more on that later. I love this girl!), and what each of our annual pumpkins will be carved to look like (Daddy is the master pumpkin carver around here, last year he was up till 3a.m. carving away).

Speaking of master pumpkin creators around here... behold, Abbie's 3 eyed pumpkin.

Fall colored paper chains crafted by Middle Little and hung with care.

Fall is also the season there is this change in the air, not just weather, but people. People seem to start getting a little more "people oriented" (more patient, friendly, and have better manners). I didnt say all people, but truly, around this time of year, people seem to start chillin' out a bit more. (Maybe it really is the chill in the weather?) As we get closer to Thanksgiving (YUM!) and Christmas (Oh the joy!), a lot of people just seem to get more relaxed in the way they treat others. It's just a happy time for many. I LOVE this time of year (don't think I mentioned that).

So while we are heading into the Fall season, we will continue:

 Crafting...

 Learning to walk & explore...

Growing... (cruising the furniture like a pro, 5 teeth through

the gums now & eating smidgions of this and that ;-)

Rockin' the knee socks/tights/leg warmers....

Daddy continues watering the plants outside to keep them green, enjoying them until the last moment before they are taken to the greenhouse for a warm rest during the colder months.

We will continue being silly (because squeezing a Mommy, a toddler and a wee one in the

bathtub all together is just, well, silly - and quite frankly, not happening again) and

we will continue loving each other more and more through the seasons...

I say goodbye to the summer, yes, goodbye to your hot, humid, and sweaty days and nights... and look forward to the cooler days ahead. Excited to see the leaves turn, celebrate Littlest Little's first year of holidays, watching Middle Little rock out her Halloween costume, baking delicious treats and devouring them, late nights outside sipping hot chocolate wearing tall socks and bulky sweaters while thinking about what to do next in preparation of the upcoming holidays, and most importantly celebrate the seasons spending time with family. I love this. Gettin' my Fall party on...

{This post's tunes: "Dynamite" ~ Taio Cruz & "Beauty in the World" ~ Macy Gray}

The apples of my eye...

Friday, I had a wisdom tooth extracted, which my scared shitless self had to be knocked out for. I'd  seriously rather give birth umedicated (which I have 3 times), than go to the dentist. Go ahead, chuckle. It's got to be a phobia of some sort. I don't know, the word dentist is the definition of terror for me. Any rate, I'd like to thank the hubby for sitting patiently in the waiting room of the dentists office, the look of concern on his face when I was called back from the waiting room and the kiss and "I love you", for putting up with my truth serum induced ramblings upon waking from the anesthesia and whatever I was running my mouth about America?, for taking care of me and letting me sleep when I needed to and for going to the grocery to pick up every can of plain soup you could find so I would not starve and waste away to nothing. I love you.

Some antibiotics, pain pills and soup later, and I was good to go...

While at the grocery store to get the soup, my Mother in Law who went with the hubby and Middle Little, slipped on some grapes and wet "stuff" in the floor and hit her head on produce crates and hurt her hip and hand! :-( I got a call from the hubby that they were waiting on an ambulance to get to the store. To say my first reaction was of worry is an understatement. I didnt know what was going on, all I knew was Abbie was with them and the Mother bear in me came out center stage. After I was informed of what was going on, the panic turned into concern. The Mother in Law is going to be okay, just banged up and sore.

Onward into the weekend....

Some days I feel a bit of guilt and worry that Middle Little is not getting 100% of the attention she should, and somehow she is getting the shaft. I wonder at times if she remembers being the only Little in the house, or if she just thinks brother has always been here. Us girls have to spend time together, just us, doing the things we like doing and having each others complete attention. (Of course vice versa with brother as well.) So Saturday was a spa day. Abbie loves her spa days and getting pedicures. (What girl doesnt?)

Soaked floors - now you know you had a good time

in the bath when the floors get cleaned too.

Not sure what the toe separators are for...lol.

Time for spa refreshments.. little did I know that Abbie tricked me into giving

her another Yoohoo after Daddy had already given her one a short time before.

Giving the tootsies a blow dry...

The weather is finally starting to shift outside. Getting a little cooler out with a nice breeze here and there. Good weather to sit outside, relax and watch the Little's play and explore. So, with that being said... I am about to overload this post with a few outdoor, enjoying the weather, snacktime pics. You know what they say about an apple a day keeping the doctor away (or in my case, hopefully the dentist) ....

And here comes Middle Little working the runway in her personally styled "do". Loving the 80's style, Olivia Newton John, look here....

Because sharing is what good sisters do....

Forced sharing... not so good...

Brother wanting another bite....

Brother really wanting another bite...

Poor brother. It's okay, one day in the near future, you are going to be much bigger.

Yes, big enough to have an apple of your very own. Patience my little grasshopper.

Mine no more.

He is gone. :-( Can you hear me gently sobbing and wiping the sniffles away?)

As of today, he is mine no more. I was at work when the man came to get him. I'm glad, as I probably would have refused to hand over the title without tearing it up and doing a little dance while singing in a Mad Hatter sort of way, "It's mine, It's mine" before jumping in the car and driving off as fast as I could. Hubby saved the original key for me as a keepsake (although refuses to give me the mans address that bought him ;-). As stupid as it sounds, its my little piece of him.

On the way home from work late last night, I smelled the Desert Jasmine car perfume that hubby put in the new car for me (I think he feels sorry for me and is trying to "help")... it made me cry. Its okay though, last night going to bed, I listened to the recording on my phone I made of the cars low growl as I drove it and it lulled me to sleep. It's going to be okay. It was mine, I enjoyed it, now its time for someone else to enjoy him. Im glad I had the chance.

Time to say goodbye.

I have never been one to be into material things. I know things come and go, and truly do not belong to us. We have to enjoy and appreciate what we have while we have it kind of thing. But this, yes this...

I do not know what it is about this car that makes me love it so. But I do love it so. Maybe its the first material thing in my life that I wanted so badly I actually cried and begged to have it for days. I did, I researched and absorbed anything I could about this piece of red metal on wheels... and when I thought it was out of my reach, I cried for days some more. When he became part of my family (yes, "he"), it was as if a new baby had been born and it was all mine to touch, smell and enjoy every inch of.

I cannot even describe how he makes me feel when I slide into his leather seats and he cradles me perfectly. If only the screen your looking at had scratch and sniff capabilities.... I would so share the indescribable leather infused with Desert Jasmine scent that fills the interior. (For the longest time, the guys that work at the local O'reilly auto part store knew me by name from walking into the store once a week and throwing my Desert Jasmine "car perfume" up on the counter. If they were out, they'd tell me not to worry, they had it on order for me.) I love the smell of his insides... I even roll the windows down in the heat just so the air circulates through the car and kicks the smell up a notch. *Deep breath in*

When I sit in this car, the drivers seat hugs me and form fits to every curve... the headrest sits just where it should to rest my head. The whole car was surely made just for me... the seat belt lays across me perfectly, my feet rest in the floor board comfortably, everything is within my reach without stretching out and looking to find it. The climate controlled inside is like travelling across town relaxed in your living room. The steering of this car is unlike anything else I've driven, it goes so smoothly where you want him to. Turning corners just, well, just "feels good". You barely steer to go where you want to go, it is so fluid. I feel like I could control the car with my eyes closed and a bit of mental telepathy.

This car took me many places, I labored comfortably in this car on the way to the birthing center with Middle Little and brought her home in it. Everywhere I went in this car I was mesmerized by the low growl he made while traveling down the streets. I swear if I just sit quitely and look at the hood really closely, I can see him alive and breathing.

 1994 Nissan - 300 ZX, Stage 4, which means not only do the exterior mods make the car

look sexy, the engine mods make this one fast ass car. Even sitting still looks fast.

Nothing lasts forever. It is time for me to say goodbye. As much as I want to keep him, I cannot. There is no longer room in my life for him. The Littles cannot safely ride in this car, and they come first (our other family car recently decided to just die). As much as I love my car, I love them more. Much more.

We now have a new family car. While it is really nice and I appreciate it, it just doesnt make me feel the same as "he" does. ;-) He is going to a new home in the next few days. Hopefully the man he is going to live with will love him just as much as I have, and will take good care of him. A piece of him will stay behind with me, and I'm thinking a tiny piece of me might go with him. I'll miss everything about it... in the words of Dr. Seuss  (cause you know I'm all about Seussisms) ~ "Dont Cry Because its over, smile because it happend." Yeah, what the hell, I cried... I'm not going to lie... I bawled like a spoiled brat. But, life goes on. Now, to settle in with the new car and see what kind of relationship we will have. ;-)

{This post's tunes:  "Everybody got their something" ~ Nikka Costa & "Drive" ~ Incubus}