So this weekend for Halloween, I was Max from Where the Wild Things Are. As someone who wants to teach kindergarten this book is near and dear to me, I remember reading it as a child and it's just a classic. Much to my disappointment I got a lot of strange stares, followed by dozens of "what areeee you supposed to be?" to which I would sigh and respond "Max, from Where the Wild Things Are", the most frustrating part came next when people would go "ooooo from the movie right?!". AHHHHHHHHH !!!!! No people, it is a book. The book is more than twice as old as the movie, come on it won a Caldecott Medal! Was I the only snobbish child who only picked Newberry and Caldecott Medals when I went to the library? (granted I only did this because I knew these books were important for some reason, whatever the reason I hadn't a clue)
Anyways, I can't believe it is November already, in only 4 weeks it will be time for Thanksgiving at Grandma's house. I am already getting nostalgic for Christmas... I haven't pulled out the Christmas mix yet, but soon enough. I love the winter, even though it's still fall, I love the leaves falling, the crisp air, the smell of it... aahhh I just love it. I am counting down the days until New York City with the Hudgins women (to clarify my Mom's sisters, mom and one of my cousin - and mom and Maygon of course)!
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