'Tis the season. The season for Spring Fever.'Tis the season for "Mom! I wanna wear short sleeves and shorts to school!" and it's 48 degrees after it was 78 degrees, yesterday.'Tis the season for "Achoo! Cough, cough..." followed my mothers' prayers that it's only allergies because we've done enough sick this winter.'Tis the season for Daylight Savings time to hurry up and get here, already, because six-year olds and their moms don't like staying at soccer practice until after dark...like 6:30 pm.'Tis the season for Kindergarten Spring Break Projects. You know, the ones that the moms actually have to make happen. Get out the posterboard.'Tis the season for "When is Easter this year?"'Tis the season for the frantic dash to find a green shirt for everyone in my family. It's bad luck not to wear green on St. Patrick's Day!'Tis the season for "How long until Summer Vacation?"'Tis the season for grass, rocks, hay, pebbles, dust and mulch to be found in all corners of the house. Or at least anywhere the soccer cleats walked, after practice.'Tis the season for additional loads of laundry, because children change clothes three times a day. Sweatshirts lead to t-shirts lead to shorts lead to muddy shorts.'Tis the season for taking a deep breath and appreciating the fresh air and the sunshine and counting the days until the warmth comes, to stay!