1.   The Back Porch Quilters sent me a text of Shane's quilt.  I did a little dance. Then began stalking my mailman until he brought it home to me.  2.  Giant cardboard letter from Joann's mod podged randomly with scraps from said quilt for... 3.  This beautiful day with Drew.  4.  The final flames of my last summer candle.  Bring on Creamy Pumpkin, Leaves, and Pumpkin Caramel Latte.

 1.  Our dear friends ding dong donut-ed us.  Pretty much the coolest Saturday morning suprise ever.  Dare you to hook someone up tomorrow.  They will be stoked.  I promise.  2. Could my little soccer players be any more neon?  3.  The gigantic Star Wars Blu-ray set finally arrived.  A certain boy has never been happier.  That certain boy does not fit in a carseat.  4.  My darling Aqua Apron Sisters had a beautiful brunch to celebrate Shane.  I love them so much.  Even more than I love puffs.

1.  Our friends are hosting a craft fair to help raise funds for their adoption.   I will have a little booth filled with signs and fun goodies.  If you are local and would like details, or are interested in selling alongside me, let me know.  It will be super fun.  2.  I love you Yogurtland and My Melody.  3.  I love you coral shoes from Ross.  4.  I love you flea market shopping.  I love you new Instagram update.

I love you summer and I don't want to let you go.

But maybe I will drown my summer-is-over-sorrow with some pumpkin bread, candy corn pumpkins, and a candle...

There is a whole lot of potty training going on in this joint.
Sigh... It is not my favorite.  At all.  I can hardly complain, considering that my mom did the majority of the hard work when the girls stayed with my parents this weekend.
But still I do not like it.  A lot a lot a lot.
I am paying her successes in candy corn.  It was candy corn pumpkins, but I was so stressed out with the whole deal that I ended up eating them.

But I want to leave you with a little tip that I wished that I knew two kids ago.
Buy more underpairs (what my kids call underwear, and I can't bear to correct them) than you could possibly imagine needing.
Because you do not get paid enough to wash accidents of the number two variety.
Not enough at all.
The trash can is your friend, my friends.
I am a advocate of frugality, hand-me-downs, and I am a fan of the earth.
But sometimes you just need to break your own rules.
Because seriously, you don't get paid enough.