The mish mash

It’s birthday season here.

It’s Fall. The season that I resisted loving for so long. But then, it brought me my babies. So now? Love.

It also brings me pumpkin spiced lattes and boots. And candles. And the pumpkin patch. And leaves in deep reds and bright oranges that beg to be picked up and saved. For what, I’m not sure yet. Fall brings craft ideas that sometimes just happen.

Fall is a season I want to dive right into. With pumpkins in every corner of the house and those adorable yet, I’ll admit, silly, straw scarecrows that line the aisles of Target and Michaels. I’ve resisted them for years. But I almost broke down and adopted one this morning.

And yet, Fall is birthday season. So I take it slow. A little autumn here…

A little Fairy Princess birthday party preparation there.

And there.

Oh and there.

And then a little more autumn here.

On Saturday the two will mix completely and hopefully not look completely schizophrenic. Pinks and purples and glitter and pumpkins and candles. And flowers and hay. And fairy dust and tutus. And maybe a scarecrow.

In my childless past, this mish mash of themes and palettes would have driven me crazy. A time for everything and everything in its place. That’s how it should be, no? No mixing one with the other. It’s either spring with its pastels and lilacs or it’s Fall with its golden hues and harvest straw.

But this year? We might just put a tutu on a pumpkin.

Motherhood has taught me to be ok with the mish mash. Motherhood with two – well that has taught me that somedays, most days, there is no other way. Playing school with my girl while building blocks with the baby and making dinner all at the same time. Answering emails while planning my girl’s piano lessons while giggling with her over the alphabet sounds on Endless Alphabet. Loving the preschool world of crafts and games and stories and acrobatics while totally living up the baby-almost-toddler phase of crawling and babbling and almost toddling.

Life mishes and mashes together. Can’t make it stop.

And somedays, I do want it to stop. Somedays it makes me feel kinda nauseous.

But, on the other hand, life is short. The problem with a time for everything is that sometimes there isn’t enough time. Sometimes, as we plod along the methodical, single track, we miss things.

And I don’t want to miss things.

Happy Monday, all. What are you mish mashing this week?