the chef, the T, and the impossible

Flanked by the skeleton, Chef Louis hams it up at the school Halloween party.
(Stunning hat, isn't it? Thanks inside-out Priority mail envelope!)

Little pumpkin doubles as...

the letter T.

Meanwhile, Miss "I'm 3, I woke up at 5:30am, don't mess with me, and don't even THINK about getting me out of my pajamas all day."

3/4 year

Peace. I'm 9 months old.

I rummage,

I chew on tractors,

I ride Mama-side,

and I eat mysterious, yet delicious, blobs of food.

still fall

Sunny fall days.

Fall crawl.

Daisy takes advantage of baby looking away to weasel into the picture.

Fiber.

Sloppy wetland fun.

And as most adventures end at our house: shirtless....and with marker on the belly.

Finally, a picture especially for our little friend Abigail who thinks it is SO FUNNY to see pictures of people blinking....

round 2

As if our life wasn't busy enough, we'll soon be expecting twins.

Twin greenhouses, that is.

Busy builders.

Wishing her tool belt were pink.

Heaven is free reign in Daddy's ratchet set.

If I keep smiling, maybe they'll give me a few nails?

fall, continued

Fall weekend at the Lake:

Raking,

and jumping.

Pulling buckthorn,

and losing shoes.

Baby 1,

and Baby 2.

How to Burn Leaves 101 with Uncle Jason,

and Outdoor Painting and Coloring 101 with Auntie Andrea.

Tired bunch.