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We spent Thanksgiving week at my mom's. I had hoped to come and post updates and check up on a few of my favorite families here but was unable to because she doesn't have internet at her house.

Anyway

Carin at Forever in Blue Jeans posted a 52 week challenge...





I failed at week 8 but by no choice of mine! This photo was actually taken on the right day. It was just unable to be posted until now.





No, we are not standing in front of a white, blank screen. That's her dining room wall! It was a lovely time but it's nice to be home.

(Week 9 is a few days late but will be up here really soon)

ooooh, that smell, can't you smell that smell

My Birdy is 9 months old. He's at the wonderful age of mobile curiosity. Earlier this week I heard a crash, well there were actually several crashing sounds, in the kitchen. There he stood in his walker

{ X marks the spot he was standing }

next to the baker's rack

which he had thrown down to the floor

dumping baskets and contents

including the basket of silverware

Needless to say, I spent the next several hours rearranging the kitchen so he can only get to the items too large for him to man handle.

...........................

Yesterday My Birdy was given a new bottle because after searching high and low we could not find his

until

My Sunshine made pizza for dinner.

Because apparently I can move all the furniture around

but the fact remains

My Birdy

can still open the oven door

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this post and I am lousy with photos

GENESIS 8:22

While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.

I appreciate the gift of the seasons that we have been given. This season always reminds me to slow life down, for the things that truly matter are ever-changing

{ ever growing }

and before I know it this season in my life will have passed.

The kids and I love visiting the pumpkin patch. It means, hot chocolate, lots of pumpkins with warts, dirty animals eating out of our hands and plenty of photo opportunities that are perfect in my mind but never turn out that way in the albums!

I knew it would be wise to get all of the photos taken when we first arrived but they wanna go go go so I take what I can get!

I was certainly pleased that no blood was spilled getting in or out of the wagon.

I was even more pleased that no one walked in front of the camera (or anywhere in the picture actually) for the 3 seconds that all the kids were smiling AND looking at me!!

And off they went.

First they fed the not at all soft, begging for food, otherwise not friendly g-o-a-t-s.

And then it was off into the corn maze which had riddles like this one throughout

My Sunshine and My Angel went into the haunted barn while I took Miss Thang for some pictures.

She loves Wizard of Oz so she was really excited to find this.

I figured I would take the boys back to this before leaving for a complete photo.

I also wanted to get a picture of them in the covered wagon. Simple enough, no?

{ NO }

OK... so I am not going to get a picture in the covered wagon. It was the end of the day and no one had napped. Besides, maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I should just get the one photo I wanted and be done.

So, off to the Wizard of Oz cutouts we went.

{ Not gonna happen this year! }

Not only does the hot chocolate around Miss Thang's mouth make her look like The Joker with his smile painted on...

but she's actually crying hysterically!

This [ gentleman? ] was our closing greeter.

I think he had a longer day than I did!

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