Just when I thought Fall had arrived, with our forty degree morning temperatures, Summer decided to jab a couple of elbows, get in position, and box out Autumn for another week.  Last week, I organized the boy’s clothes, and left all but three or four pairs of shorts out for each of them.  I guess I jumped the gun on that one.  I’ve lived here for how many years, and the all over the place weather still gets the best of me.

Ah well.  Nothing wrong with a little variety.

Brayden adores a couple of boys on our street.  I love his social nature.  And I love how polite he is becoming.  I brought them all popsicles yesterday, then crossed the street back to our own house.  I was just about to go up our front steps when I heard Brayden shout, “Mom?  Thanks for the popsicles”.  And his friends nodded in agreement.