The leafs on the tree’s have that tint of brownness, the conkers have started to fall! The air is becoming somewhat noticeably cooler, and as the days go on, I notice more and more children heading to school in their wooly hats and winter coats!
Well, all except little man that is! His a hater of coats (though his worn them in the summer when it resembles Spain outside the window)
I’ve spent so much money on these things, it’s driving me bonkers!
he isn’t outgrowing them, he isn’t even wrecking them , his just simply refusing to wear them.
Do I get some deadly stares from fellow mothers when we are out and about?
… You can see just what they are thinking, though the stare of their spiteful eyes…
“SHAME ON YOU, HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF A MOTHER”
Raincoats are the biggest No, No!
Trust me, put one of them things near his skin and he’ll eat you for tea.
A tactile related & highly upsetting meltdown, will be delivered quicker than you can possibly redirect your horrendous mistake.
Then there’s the issue of scarfs!
I try to keep my baby warm, his hyperventilating accusing me of strangulation!
Wooly jumpers, Please don’t!
“I wanna get out the door alive”
Gloves, make sure there the right material, fingerless are my best bet…
despite the fact his fingers may drop of with frost bite!
This is what he likes!
I love the colder months, the festive events that near!
I love being by the warmth of the fire, while a casserole slowly cooks in the oven releasing that savoury aroma.
I love the autumn smell that you get in the air and the extra bedding loaded on my bed at night!
I love the 5th November when the bonfires alight and the fireworks fly up into the dark musty sky.
Fireworks, these send Little man into almighty panic, throwing himself down onto the ground and army shuffling out of sight!
Oh Yes, we are now passed the fear of sun burn (hence the coat in summer).
Little man will no longer need to run from the buzzing bees & warps or shake his head at the flying ants.