Summertime sadness…I get all weepy this time of year due to the fact that summer is coming to an end. The days of last minute drives to the beach, toes in the sand, and piña coladas are just about over. The kids are back to school (luckily mine is not old enough yet, so I can still pretend it’s summer for longer), and fall is just around the corner. Now, I do really enjoy the fall for everything it’s worth. Pumpkin spice lattes, hayrides, a new wardrobe with jackets, Halloween parties, trips to the farm for apples and gourds…these are all things that make me love the fall. But I get sad because I do really despise the cold. Winter is my least favorite season because I’m constantly bundled up trying to rid myself of goosebumps. Sure I love a cup of hot cocoa and the first snowfall just like everyone else…and of course I love Christmas…but after that, I am just ready for the winter to be over and summertime to arrive again. The end of summer to me means that it’s only getting colder, and that is not something I look forward to. I am a summertime gal, and I’m going to miss jumping into that ocean. I know it’s still currently warm out, but I think it’s time to start planning that winter beach getaway.
We celebrated my Little Monkey’s 1st Birthday over the weekend with a big nautical themed party with family and friends. He was on cloud 9 hanging out with all his little buddies, jamming out to music with the Munchkin Music Club, and eating a fabulously decorated (and tasting) cake from Betty Bakery. Pics to come on that later, but wishing everyone a Happy Monday!