First day of School, 2010

Ethan and I had our first day of school today. Ethan being in the mornings now seems much more legit than when he used to only go in the afternoons. Legit enough to take a picture. His lunch was packed the night before (I tried to get as much done as I could the night before; still we were rushed to get out of the house by seven). He tried on every pair of pants he owns and then I ended up having to go get a smaller pair out of the tub I had packed away for Noah because all of his pants were too big. Somehow we skipped completely the 4T. All he has is 5T. He ended up wearing his trustee 3T jeans, which fit him quite nicely in the waist but leave much to be desired in the ankles. Plainly speaking, they are high-waters. And he loves them. I let him wear them because there really were no other options but I worried he'd look like some poor, neglected child and his teachers would be documenting for social services the length of his pants on his first day.
Other than the pile of pants on the floor and a change of babysitter last minute, the morning went quite smoothly.
I am surprising myself by finding I like this colder weather. The gray clouds, the chill accompanied with warm tea and a fall scented candle. Quite nice, really. Makes me want to curl up on the couch and sleep. I must of liked fall at some point, however, because I have a box full of fall decorations. A wreath, a cornucopia, a bowl full of apples. I got everything out yesterday like I said I was going to and then realized it will be 95 degrees in two days and it's not quite September yet.
I like to think I live in the moment and that it is not entirely a bad thing. If it's cold, I decorate for fall, even in August. If I'm having a bad day, the whole world is ending. The two go hand in hand, don't you see? At least it makes me feel better about my bad days.
I have also promised myself I will go tanning this winter, at least once. I like myself so so soo much better with a little color--OK, with a lot of color--and being all pasty white is one of the reasons I believe winter and I butt heads so adamantly. Getting a pedicure in the the throes of February might not be such a bad idea either. It's the little things, people, that keep us out of the loony bin.
And then yesterday while I was driving in my car I was just thankful. For my boys, for my house, for my husband. It was genuine and it came out of nowhere, and I thought to myself, Now where did that come from? It passed quickly but it was real, it was air, it was color, like when Dorthy wakes up in Oz. If my life, my future, is colored more and more with small random moments like that, we just might make it through.