Fall is my favorite. There's nothing better, especially in Texas, than stepping outside in the morning and getting little chill bumps. We usually have to wait a little longer than everyone else for it to actually be fall but when it comes it's like magic's in the air. Ahhhhh, I love it.
This year fall gave us a pretty good head fake. A couple of weeks with waking up to the 40's and getting into the 70's during the day really got me thinking it was actually here - bring on the jeans and cardigans, bust out the grill, and let's actually use the backyard. It was awesome. Then it was like a mean trick - days back in the 90's, humidity galore, and I was in jeans. Disgusting.
So this is my letter to fall.
Dear fall, please come back. We really like you. Remember the good times we had a couple weeks ago? Maybe these pictures will remind you. I hear you're coming back this weekend, I hope you'll get comfortable and stay awhile. Love, Tyan
Mmmmmm, rope.
This is what Brody was doing right before he started walking. We called him our little silver back.
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Hahaha! I totally agree. In protest to the heatwave I'm refusing to get out the shorts that I just packed up. I mean, its almost NOVEMBER! Therefore, I too, am in jeans. :)
Ha. Yeah it was so gross yesterday and I was wearing my choreographer outfit. (that's code for a giant sweater and leggings.)
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