Child of mine who loves playing with leaves--now there are leaves everywhere! And in many different colors!
Seriously, we go to the playground, and forget the swings, the slides, the choo-choo train--all this child wants to do is sit on the ground and grab the leaves. Nothing in the world could be more fun. On a particularly blustery day last week, the stroller rolled away from us, and I left Willow sitting under a swing (the playground was empty, no one else being stupid enough to take their child out on such a day) to go fetch the runaway stroller. I looked back at her tiny self, playing contentedly in the huge windy world, looking like a little mushroom in a world of tall trees. She seems so big to me, growing as fast as she is, but sometimes I get a look from farther away and I realize what a baby she is still.
The other good thing about Fall: there are pumpkins.