I love fall. I love sweaters and boots and pumpkin and vanilla and cinnamon. I love fires and football. (But not the Redskins, seriously, guys, can you win a game?)
On the Sunday morning after the party, Doug decided to suck it up and do some yard work. One of the reasons Doug fought so hard against a new house was he hates, hates yard work. One of the houses we looked at had such a big yard he looked at our Realtor and said "less land." Our Realtor said, "I've never had anyone say that to me."
Michael, on the other hand, found leaf piles to be the best thing ever.
There have been moments where I have really regretted the new house. When we have been spending thousands of dollars on evaluations, when faced with the realization that my child may have to go to private school, when thinking about the fact that somehow this move contributed to the school problems.
But watching Doug cover Michael in leaves, knowing how much he loves this backyard, his "playground" as he calls it, I don't regret it for a minute.
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Well that looks more therapeutic that the alphabet soup you have been going through. Hugs, and hang in
I love raking piles of leaves for my girls to jump in. It is just pure joy for them.
Seriously, about the ‘skins. They’re killin me. I no longer can make fun of my 49ers fan husband.
See, that should put it all in prospective for you. He’s still the same kid you knew.
Logan gets to jump in leaves at other people’s houses since we have NO trees except for the dying ones required by the city by the street. He loves to do it when he can though.