It was a beautiful fall day here in our corner of the Midwest. Once we arrived home after school, there was just enough daylight left to take the Wubster out back to swing.
Neither one of us wore a jacket as the balmy, southern wind caressed our skin and surrounded us with the smells of fallen leaves and what may be the final mowings of the year. We played and laughed and soaked up every peaceful, fleeting moment of the autumnal glow.
It's supposed to get much colder tomorrow night...change is inevitable, but it's not just a change of temperature that's coming, it's a change of perspective.
A day like today, warm and inviting, felt downright chilly a couple of months ago and if it were to arrive in the middle of winter, we'd be sweating with joy. As we grow accustomed to each season, our perceptions of temperatures change.
Similar to the way 75 degrees feels different as our bodies adjust to different seasons, our Noisy Little Adventures have felt more like Nightmarish Little Adventures the past couple of evenings.
It seems we've been infected by a raging case of 'The Ferocious Fours' and in the midst of flare ups, it definitely feels like we'll never again see our sweet, polite Mini-Me who listens to his parents.
This fear of 'The Fours' is all a matter of perspective, though. It feels like endless frustration now, but we made it through 'The Terrible Twos' when it felt Mini-Me would never listen to us again and we survived 'The Tyrannical Threes' when it felt like Mini-Me would never listen to us again, so we'll...oh, crap.
This isn't going to end, is it?
I better get my winter coat.
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