I love Fall. I absolutely have loved this fall. I have loved the brilliant colors, how long the colors are lasting, how warm it has been, all the sunshine, I have loved seeing the layers of leaves forming just underneath the trees.
My son is also in love with fall. Yesterday he played outside for 3 hours. For 3 hours non-stop. Running from leaf pile to leaf pile. Jumping into the leaves, laying in the leaves, covering himself up and hiding in the leaves, throwing the leaves in the air as he runs. He ran between the two willow trees in the yard playing a sort of tag with me and the tree branches. He played in his sand box. He rode his trike and his big wheel. We drew with the sidewalk chalk. He climbed on the "to be chopped" wood pile. He played in the Teepee.
He played with the dogs. The dogs love to play with old (rinsed out) milk containers, the plastic ones. Colton was able to get a hold of the milk container and the dogs chased him around the yard for while and would tackle him and reclaim the container. Then vice versa.
He was having a great time, so a pulled a few weeds, poured a cup of coffee, and caught a page or 2 of my booked. I made a point of seeking his whereabouts after every page. after page 3 I didn't see Colton. I walked around to the Teepee to look for him. And there he was. Down on his knees with the milk container to his lips and his head tilt back, drinking from the milk container. This grossed me out almost as much as on Saturday when he had both hands in the toilet playing with a cup. I can only hope he didn't drink that.