Now that Halloween is over and November has begun, the beginning of crazy season is officially upon us. No more leisurely trips to Toys 'R Us without the maddening Christmas crowds fighting over the three Kinect Xbox consoles the store may or may not have, along with all the rest of this season's hottest toys, gadgets, and gizmos.
Gone are the browns and oranges and reds of "fall", instead, replaced with reds and greens of Yuletide joy. Last time I checked Thanksgiving was an official American holiday, completed with the same corn husks and hay bales and pumpkins sans jack-o-lanterns of Halloween, but hey, if you are in retail, jumping right to Christmas is the "in" thing.
I refuse to let go of my November. My AUTUMN November. My decorations will stay orange and brown and red until our plane returns from sunny Florida and the calendar changes to December 1. Maybe by then I will be ready to give up my sweet November.
In other news, Cameran is giving Tigger (you know, Winnie-the-Poo's annoyingly energetic striped feline friend?) a run for his money. She has been (for about a week) bouncing around as a mode of transporation. She also enjoys hurtling herself forward to get into "crawl", as opposed to a graceful descent, but hey, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and I am completely owning my complete and utter lack of grace and coordination. Way to go Cami.
I feel like November is the month. She pulls to a stand by readily grabbing onto Ryan's or my hands, and then proceeds to wiggle and pivot and check things out. She will stand against the sofa for extended periods of time before bending her knees and collapsing. And I know that she should be crawling or army crawling or something like that, but dammit, that girl hates the four-point (unless it's her idea, in which case she looks like a sprinter ready to leave her block at the start of the race but then never bothers leaving the block).
Did I mention round 2? Of glasses that is. Tomorrow we will embark on our round two journey to procure glasses for little Einstein. Apparently her eyes are improving, but there is astigmatism of the right eye, and so she does not begin to aggressively favor the other eye to compensate, the doc. wants her to "try out" a newer prescription in hopes of balancing out both eyes. Of course her original glasses that she wore for all of four months prior to her seizure diagnosis don't fit and are the wrong prescription anyway.
Merry Christmas, Cameran.