Good news, all: Fall has officially arrived. This means that it’s fair game to wear all the scarves and sweaters and boots we want, drink frothy beverages our hearts' content, and spend our days roaming around pumpkin patches and through piles of dried leaves. What a time to be alive, right? Personally, this is my favorite time of the year, but now that I’m a mom I can’t help but notice how Fall is different once you have a kid. It’s still great, don’t get me wrong, but in ever-so-slightly different ways than before.
Perhaps it’s because I’m originally from the Northwest, but I associate the change in seasons with coziness and comfort. I’m a homebody by nature, and it seems like Fall gives me permission to embrace some of my favorite things (things that you normally find and enjoy in your home. For example, during Fall you can have all the snuggles, fuzzy blankets, coffee mugs, and comfort food you want, without someone so much as raising an eyebrow (or worrying about your mental health, especially if you're having all of the above during the summer when it's ridiculously hot outside). Sadly, however, my two-year-old son hasn’t quite discovered how this all is supposed to work. Instead, he’s still eager for the same level of adventure and outdoor activity he got to experience in the summer.
Still, we’re working on it and I'm sure, if he takes after me in any capacity, he'll be rolling around in leaves and enjoying sweaters and snuggles before I know it. Until that glorious day, and in the meantime, I can’t help but notice all the ways Fall is different with him around: