Fall.

Fall, in our house, is typically a chaotic time.

School starts, and that requires a certain amount of time and effort to get used to.

So...we wade, knee-deep inside boots that are sometimes much to large for us to fill.

But, we survive...and maybe even enjoy ourselves while doing it.

I'm not your average "Oh, I LOVE Fall" kind-of girl.

Maybe it's the San Diego childhood and its' blue-skied, 78 Degree year-round season.

Maybe it's the knowledge that with the wisps of cool air come the looming determination that Winter will inevitably conquer and rule for a most unpleasant three or so months.

Either way...I enjoy Fall...but, I don't feel the undying support that so many offer to it.
I'm a late Spring/Summer lover.

This year though, things are different.

I am different.

I am learning to love me now.

Love my life now.

And, love whatever season of life I happen to be entering.

So, for that reason...Fall has been pretty awesome so far.

And let's get serious, Fall brings with it two pretty fantastic staples:

Football and pumpkin squares.
I could live a happy woman if I were to only eat pumpkin squares and drink diet coke with ice, from the fountain.

This year we have entered into a habit of attending high school football games every Friday night.

Ab actually loves it...a.lot.  It also helps that Aunt Maddi stands up and cheers in front of us most nights.

Ab is at the age where she runs around without constant parental supervision and pretends she is a few years older than she actually is.  It scared Blair beyond comprehension the first night I allowed her to wander with her girlfriends, but now we are managing to let the give on the leash loosen a bit - she is having a blast. 

Ab with her friend from Cheerleading,Grace, and below with Maddi.

Viewmont Mini-Cheer Camp

Before the Davis Homecoming Game (in a special brown and gold outfit, including hair ribbon, that she planned and put on).

The nice lady at the ticket counter told her she was so cute she didn't have to pay to get in.

Ab thought that was pretty sweet.

So did my wallet.

Watching Deak during these games is somewhat of a chore (to say the least), but he is actually really enjoying himself (for the first half or so, which we will take).  Deak would have not been able to tolerate the madness that is high school football last year.  The sheer number of the crowd alone would have been enough to do him in, not including the yelling and screaming.

But, not this year. 

The second we walk into the stadium he claps hard and smiles big.  Every time either side (he's pretty impartial) does something well, and people cheer...he is right there with them -clapping his big beautiful brains out. Knowing how hard he has to work to filter out all that outside stimuli just makes me beam from ear to ear.  I know it sounds silly and possibly a little ridiculous considering all Deak has to deal with, but ...those football dreams just came naturally for me when I learned I was having a son...and those dreams can still come true.

Just in a little bit of a different way...a way that I am okay with.

Ab and Deak while we ate suckers and watched Blair play in a softball game.

Ab is coming with, and actually enjoying her U of U Season Ticket this year, and we are loving spending this alone time with her.

(We have not yet braved the College crowd with Deak).

During our semi-traditional (okay, we've done it twice) "leaf hunt" in the mountains/really close little trail 10 minutes away from our house:)

And, PS...although the pictures may describe otherwise, Abby actually really enjoyed herself.

Who am I to complain about this Fall stuff?

It's pretty close to perfect.