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.Which leads me to outside décor. Tis the season to pull out “Evie ghost.”
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.My parents have a new…thing (?) at their house. He lives by the fish pond(s). His name is Clowdess. I received a call this morning from my mom asking if I could receive picture texts because they need Evie to become familiar and KNOW Clowdess. I had not heard of this “thing,” so you can imagine my shock when I received his mug shot.
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.If we had mature trees, I’d rake the leaves and jump in them. I love fall! Next week, in the midst of traveling, meetings and other adulthood type items, Evie has a fall festival that includes bobbing for apples. How do you think that will go over for an almost two year old? I never gave her swimming lessons and I don’t think a crash course would help much at this point. Stay tuned.....
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,
Things have been slightly hairy at the Blacks the past couple of weeks with work schedules, stuff going on in the evenings and, OF COURSE, EB being/getting/staying sick. 
“Weeza” was with her Pappa Ron on Monday because she wasn’t feeling like her fiery little self. To make a long story short, we ended up rendezvousing at an emergency doctor’s appointment because she was having a very hard time breathing. So, two breathing treatments and an x-ray later, we were sent home (thankfully… there was a split second where being admitted was mentioned) to do little treatments every four hours for a 24 hour period. LOVELY.
However, she’s back to her wild ways, big eyed self and feeling like a champ as she swings from the rafters and treats my furniture like a trampoline.
In the past few weeks, we officially closed out the summer with the Orientation Leaders. We love them and wish them an AWESOME year! 
We went to a pretend pep rally and EB wore.it.out. with her signature moves.
She also took it all in and surveyed “her” land....
