Picking the perfect pumpkin

We have a great little place called Aplin Farms where we go every year to hand pick our pumpkins. We open the back of the car and the boys and I hop in the back with our feet dangling and the hatch wide open as Brent drives us down these little dirt roads to the pumpkin patch. The boys might be have been just as excited to ride in the back of the car with our feet dangling as they were about picking out our pumpkins. We spend a good amount of time picking out just the perfect one. This year, the boys picked about 8....and were shocked to find out that they all were not coming home with us. We had to line them up, discuss the positive and negative qualities about each of them. 3 made it home with us.

Davis, moving some of the "perfect" pumpkins to our pile.

Mitchell...doing the same.

I love to see them help each other.

Final decision.

My sparkles

Bath time is part of our everyday routine.  It is a time to relax, slow down, sometimes sing and have some good ole' conversation.  After bathing the boys, me feet were terribly dirty from the day at the park.  I put me feet in the bath for them to wash right before getting out.  Is that bad?  It doesn't sound like such a nice moment written out....anyway.  Conversations went like this.

Mitchell- Mommy, you have very nice sparkles.

Me- I do

Mitchell- You have them everywhere, on your eye lids, your forehead, your arms, your legs.  They are very nice sparkles Mommy.

Me- Thank you Mitchell.  I think I like my sparkles too.  (thinking to myself...I have never thought of my freckles as sparkles before.)

Mitchell- Your feet are shinny now Mommy.

Bath over and time to get our PJ's on.

My Tuxedo Guys

Over the summer, Brent's older brother was married in Nabraska. I cried when Davis and Mitchell put on their tuxedo's. They looked so old...not like my little boys anymore. The wedding was wonderful and fun was had by all.

I waited 4 years.

I waited 4 years for my little boys to play soccer and it was worth the wait. The boys had a blast playing this fall, but think I had more fun watching them. Davis scored some goals ( most of them in the other teams goal ) I cheered him all the way to the other goal. Brent and I had to tell the boys that if the other team had the ball it was OK to get it from them. That was the entire object of the game. I think Mitchell was shocked about that. It was a perfect season...we can't

wait for the spring.

God Bless America

The moment has arrived. We can wear JEANS. The air has a chill...We can celebrate. I love you FALL....good bye summer.