The first one said, "Oh my, it's getting late." 
The second one said, "But we don't care." 
The third one said, "I see witches in the air." 
The fourth one said, "Let's run, and run, and run." 
The fifth one said, "Get ready for some fun." 
Then whoosh went the wind, 
And out went the lights, 
And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight! (don't think for 2 seconds we did these...This is the work of a surgeon's hand and that of his lovely wife. I just took their mug shots)
AND...Don't think I wrote this poem. Surely you heard it as a child??!?!Picture overload?? All to think I haven't even wrapped up Halloween yet. Mercy. Bless you, dear reader!
We laugh endlessly at her…Well, mostly. She has gotten a HECK of a lot of “EVELYN BLACK” lately! Ironically, she answers as well to that as she does “Evie” so I guess I waste my time on those extra syllables. We are in the FULL OUT, FULL FLEDGED ‘terrible’ twos. We can throw a MEAN tantrum. It’s AMAZING how quickly she has learned to activate the water works. REALLY?! A STREAM OF TEARS IN A MATTER OF MERE SECONDS.
It’s amazing how the Lord designed her little intricacies. It’s amazing that He designed her just so. It’s amazing, I have to admit, that she is a perfect mix of both of our personalities- what a sight we are all together, a family of Type A’s. Amazing. I’m amazed that the best two years of my life have FLOWN by. I’m amazed that I was chosen to be EB’s mom. Usually several times a day I’m shocked that she’s MINE (or ours)! She gets to go home with me. I get to eat her alive and enjoy her. I get to take care of her. I get to kiss those little cheeks ALL I WANT! It’s simply amazing, isn’t it?! The list goes on and on. Two whopping years? Wow.
She’s fun. Like, a whole lot of really really fun. Her vocabulary, in the last month, is a whole new world (she has repeated me a couple-or 20- times and it’s a NICE, humble reminder I need to watch my mouth). She’s mine, but I think she’s smart. I pray she’s smart like her daddy…pray pray pray! She’s quite a savvy little thing, that doesn’t quite always work to my advantage. She’s wild. Full of energy. Fast as lightening (until I need her to be and then we’re slow as a turtle). She’s nosey. She’s sweet. She’s caring. She LOVES her daddy. She is a social butterfly. I could go on and on.
We love this little season of her life and ours.
It invites my coffee habit to come back in full force. It means that Jason HAS to have new fall candles. Never mind that there are 30 under the cabinet. They are no longer “fally” enough, nor do they appeal to him. Who knew one’s taste could change from one fall to another. So, with new candles in tow, he’s a happy little puckin’. If I’m being honest, I am too. I’m ok with this obsession of his because we are both fairly OCD about smells….living with a toddler only escalates my OCD, by the way.
My scars have now faded from my war with the glue gun and I have a new love for “Evie ghost.” I think she’s cute. The real Evie loves “Evie ghost.” Oct. 1 barely had time to make an appearance before I had her residing on the front porch. 
Speaking of outside décor, as we leave our ‘hood every morning, we have to stop, count and acknowledge all puckin’s. The real Evie is OBSESSED! Have her parents stopped to buy her one, you ask?? No, but it’s on this weekend’s to-do list. Thankfully, our neighbor loves her enough to let her light her puckin’ every night. Mom of the year, right here! Lastly, under outside décor, I was talked into an orange- FALL(!!!!)- bow for my mailbox. I love it. Jason isn’t a fan. Another neighbor informed me she thought I had become an Auburn or Tennessee fan over night. Ok, that is NOT acceptable and it may have to be promptly removed. I live in the south. This is how we equate and compare colors down here, y’all! She makes a VERY valid point…especially with this week’s game looming.
I’ll keep you posted on Clowdess. Who comes up with a name like that? My dad has been heavily medicated for the past three weeks for an eye condition that is resulted in emergency surgery (I’m sure he loves this making the blog). So, perhaps “Clowdess” was birthed under a heavy medicated state. Yet, he's endearing.... while he fishes in the pond??!?!
Evie went to see Clowdess. They became fast friends. 
Did I mention it’s fire safety week? A fire truck visited her school…she was a REALLY big fan.
Just thought I should mention that so you don’t think my parents are part-time members of the local volunteer fire department.
If they were, my dad would probably refuse to wear his safety goggles…..men can be stubborn.
This man’s face LIGHTS up when EB enters the room. They played together………and broke lots of rules! 
This child loves the water. She has NO fear (hence, the life jacket). We jumped…and swam….and jumped some more until we turned purple and couldn’t stop shaking. 
Like every other warm blooded American, while you are at the beach, you take pictures on the beach. SIGH! I took 240 pictures, that’s right, and I MAYBE have 3 decent ones (that you won’t be seeing in hopes they make it on a Christmas card). My aunt, on QUITE the other hand, had like a gazillion good ones. We have the same camera. We stood side-by-side. We clicked at the same times. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH ME?! It’s infuriating, quite frankly. I guess she had the better side. Who knows. 
BUT….Nonetheless, we took pictures….. and danced……and played…..and didn’t behave…..Whatever! It’s the beach! 
A great weekend with great memories and we were worn SLAP out!!
So, with that said, fall means:
FOOTBALLLLLLL (Americana, that is). With a hearty "Row Tie," of course! 
Football means YUMMY, FATTY foods! 
Ironically, I leave you with what I was going to originally blog about today…. 
A trip to the ER, a glued lip and a sore head,
