But, today's post is none of the mentioned above and actually, not very "fall-ish" at all.
The weather has been warm and even a little hot in the sun. So, in the spirit of spring, we threw on some shorts, no shoes, and Mike turned on the bubble machine, and we soaked up some rays...in November...less than a week before Turkey Day.
Where is the cool weather?!?!? 
WARNING: You folks up north who are already layering and waking up 10 minutes earlier to scrape off the ice and snow from the windshield may not appreciate the video below.Please, no hate mail.
When the excitement of the bubbles fizzled out, we played in the Florida sand...box. Built a few sandcastles, found a bug, buried his feet and legs (Bryce's...no animals or bugs were injured in the making of this post.)
Bryce must have been missing the "feeling of fall." When I asked him what he was making, he said, "Pumpkin pie."
It was at the bank on 60 right by the old Winn Dixie. It was free and very "small town" so of course I was lovin' it. 
Bryce got to ride on the "train" which Mike told me later was just a riding lawn mover decorated like an engine pulling a small trailer/cart. 
Bryce didn't care what it was as long as it looked like a train. 
He was VERY excited and was not thrilled when our ride was over. 
But we moved on to the dog show and he calmed down.
He hasn't quite got the idea of "taking turns" or waiting in line. It's now and that's it. Waiting-shmaiting. So Yiayia and I shoved pizza in his mouth to quiet the whining. We were able to make the slice last until we made it to the front of the line. He was excited and loved it. Paupau said he was repeating over and over, "Paupau, horse."
We rode the camel and he LOVED it. Mike will ride him around on his back and we call Mike the camel, or "Cay-mull" as Bryce says. So to ride a real camel was very exciting (he rode the camel either last year or the beginning of this year...can't remember.)
We saw most of the exhibits and bought some ice cream. 
I let him play in the water which I think was a highlight of his day. It was warm out and the water was cool and he, like most toddlers, loved splashing around. 
He would run around to each fountain and then stop on one and hit the water.
I let him play for awhile but it was getting close to 4 o'clock and if we left any later, we would have to battle with rush hour traffic. I stripped off his completely soaked clothes and bribed him with food to get into the stroller.
