and a cowlick.
Here’s what we did over the weekend.
Of course by “we” I mean Ollie…
He checked out the hot deals in the Ulta ad.
Tried to stand up using his crib, earning his mattress a one way ticket to the lowest setting possible.
Went on a grouchy walk.
Hated his sweater so so much.
Worst sweater ever.
He tasted the dog. She didn’t mind.
And he gifted his mama with a good snuggle.
Justin loves when daylight savings time ends because he gets an extra long day. I hate it because it confuses the crap out of me. Also, no one told the baby we got an extra hour to sleep this morning. Oh well. Justin is a peach and gets up with the baby on the weekends when he wakes up too darn early.
This is what Ollie did this weekend.
Complained about being bundled up to do yardwork. Surprisingly, he enjoyed the yard work. Justin carried him around and plunked him on the ground and Oll talked and played with his mittens while Justin raked.
All in all it was a successful weekend. We’re bummed that tomorrow is Monday.
Ollie didn’t have a costume this year because we didn’t go trick or treating. Inevitably, I would eat all the candy. So in an effort to eat healthier we turned off all of our lights and didn’t go out on Halloween night. We stayed in, ate pizza (we’re being healthy remember…) and carved Ollie’s first pumpkin. He loved it. He stuck his hand right in, grabbed a handful of pumpkin guts, and tried to eat them. Naturally.
I don’t know why, but Minnesota in late October is my favorite time of the year. Can a place be a favorite time? Hmmm.
It’s so perfectly melancholic. I love the way that the wind smells like the snow that will come, and the under notes of smoke from farmers burning their brush piles that has somehow blown its way to wherever I am. The stark naked trees patiently await their snowy adornment. It’s perfect. Miserably, depressingly perfect. Minnesota in late October is my spirit. It’s grouchy and negative and hopeful all wrapped into one. Summer is great. Spring is great. But give me Minnesota in the fall and my soul songs.
That being said, Justin is sure to be sitting at home fretting about the horrible moping I’ll be doing for the next couple of weeks when I return back to Iowa. He always has to hear about my love of St. Paul and how we must move there and buy a little creaky house and shuffle through leaf flooded sidewalks. I’ll get over it. But it’ll take a while.
For the record, Ollie is enjoying himself too.
Someone grew into his Christmas jammies two months too early. I’m going to have to find a back up pair just in case he grows out of these ones too. Oh my heart is breaking. And then the green jeans. I had to tell him to suck it in to get them on, so that’s probably his last time wearing those. Cruel, cruel world. But seriously, how cute is that outfit?