The parades are great! They have a night parade, a kiddie parade and then the "Big Parade." Here we are shortly after the Southern Gentleman was born at the night parade (all the floats and bands are covered in any kind of lights they can manage to come up with). It's a magical parade where Christmas lights twinkle, glow sticks glow and little children watch with twinkles in their eyes! (Me, too.)
The carnival is a blast, too! Lou, Lou is a daredevil extraordinaire like her Dad. Me, I have a "healthy" fear of heights and a wicked equilibrium problem that prohibits me from riding the Tilt-a-Whirl without serious consequences. (I got the "no spinnie, spinnie gene from my Dad, too. I vividly remember the green tint to his face as he exited the ride and proceeded quickly to the bathroom when we went to "Joyland" when I was a kid.) This aversion actually works out well now because we have little ones but will not work out so well when they are all of "riding age" and don't want to ride alone.
[Flash forward to my future]
KID: "Mom, will you take me on that ride?"
ME: "Ummm, I have to go to the bathroom, go ask your Dad."
Seriously, it is bad when you would rather use a carnival port-a-potty than ride a ride with your kid. My healthy need not to die is pretty strong. You know, I'm a self-preservationist. SAVE THE MOMMY!!!!
Another thing I love about fall is visiting the pumpkin patch.
Doc loves this time of year, too! He is quite festive, that one. And I think that he'd much rather be cheesing in front of a creepy pumpkin headed man with his daughter than stuck inside the office seeing sickies. (No offense to the sickies, of course.)
Then the fun of pumpkin carving begins. It is quite an event at our house.
We can't do the stereotypical Jack o' lantern face...that would be WAY too easy.
Lou, Lou always request a cat on her pumpkin. Cats are her favorite and anytime there is a choice of animals...the answer will always be cats. She even spent about a month being a cat when she was little. Everything was "Meow" this and "Meow" that. Fortunately, I am fluent in Little Girl Kitty language.
And that is why I like Fall. The End.