Since we basically skipped out on summer-in-our-backyard this year, I'm trying to get in as much outdoors time as possible before we get our first three-foot snowfall (arrrrr; not looking forward to a repeat of last year at all).
What this means: s'mores. Lots and lots of s'mores. And cozy sweaters. And Duraflame logs.
My personal outdoors-in-the-autumn essentials, above.
That's okay.
Guys deserve lightning bolts, too.
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On Me: Boohoo Sweater (no longer available, but see below); SOREL Conquest Carly Boot (possibly the best fall/winter boot ever)
Where we spent Sunday: in one of my favorite day-trip towns.
Warwick, NY is about an hour north of the city, and is sort of tailor-made for a fall escape: it's all orchards and wineries and bed and breakfasts and cute little taverns and artisanal ice cream parlors. Super cute; highly recommend that you go (go soon if you're planning to pick apples; the trees get kind of picked over by early October).
We have no bathtub.
Or rather we do have a bathtub…but it's in the bathroom located midway between the first floor and the basement. It's actually a pretty room, but it is also the room in our home where the spricket situation is most concentrated, and is therefore A Place I Do Not Go Without A Very Good Reason.
What that means for our child-bathing situation is that my son is still bathing in the same tub that he took baths in as a baby. It's fairly enormous as infant baths go - it fills our entire shower stall - but still: not ideal. Problem number two is that this bathtub isn't actually very good for a for-real infant…it's so big that it doesn't provide a ton of support until they're at the sit-up-on-their-own stage.
In any case, one of the purchases we knew we were going to have to make was an infant tub that would allow us to bathe Goldie in the kitchen sink (which has lots of handy counter space nearby). And what we now have is - and I do not exaggerate, here - THE COOLEST INFANT TUB IN THE WORLD. If infant tubs were aging rock stars, this one would be Steven Tyler. And you know how I feel about Steven Tyler.
