Happy Fall

It is fall! I am SO enjoying this time of year... it's my favorite! Perhaps it is because I was born during the fall... who knows. There is nothing like the smell of crisp, clear, chilly air and seeing the hints of color explode into vibrant hues of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns all around outside.

We are enjoying some quieter days here at our home, but we are still gearing up for lots of teaching and speaking engagements this month. One of our favorite pasttimes recently is to visit the library and just spend time playing and reading in the children's section. My girls LOVE to read... something I am so grateful for and thrilled to encourage! I've started to set aside a pile of non-negotiable books to take with us on our move. One of our new favorites is the "If You Give a ____ a ____" We've read the Pig and the Mouse so far... Moose to come...

I read one of my favorite blogs this evening and she had posted this version:


If you give a mom a muffin,

She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.

She’ll pour herself some.

Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.

She’ll wipe it up.

Wiping the floor, she’ll find dirty socks.

She’ll remember she has to do laundry.

When she puts the laundry in the washer,

She’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.

Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan for supper.

She will get out a pound of hamburger.

She’ll look for her cookbook (”101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger”).

The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.

She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.

She will look for her checkbook.

The check book is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.

She’ll smell something funny.

She’ll change the two year old’s diaper.

While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.

Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.

She’ll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.

Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.

And chances are…If she has a cup of coffee,

Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

by Kathy Fictorie
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