Cabin Fever.

The fresh, cool autumn air brings comfort to even the smallest of hearts. 

Ellery's drama queen nature revved it's little head today in an unusual fashion. It was a clingy and extra whiny morning in our house, and nothing I did seemed to help the rotten mood she found herself in. She fought her way through naptime. She cried as I rocked her. She even fussed as she shoved a handful of Cheerios in her mouth.  Something was wrong.

After fighting it all morning, I couldn't take being cooped up any longer while there was a beautiful day waiting for us on the other side of our door.  I grabbed an oversize blanket and a sweater for E and headed out.

 It was instantaneous. Her mood change. She was a different kid.

I diagnose it: Cabin fever. 

She was bored. Bored with her toys. Bored with our grey walls. Bored with me singing "If you're happy and you know it" to her - ten times in a row.

 I needed a little fresh air, and apparently she did, too.