It's here! It's here! It's really, really here!

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Our neighbor and parent of Daisy's best friend Gypsy, gave the kids pumpkins this year. Said he grew them just for our kiddos. He's awesome.
Can you believe it? I know that I said I love the hot, but I'm excited it's Fall. I love the earthy tones and the fact that we get free candy simply by going door to door and begging for it. I love that this year Laynee will be old enough to ask for her own candy (hopefully - if she can just, for one night, let go of her stubborn-ness and talk already!). I love that my dog has only dragged the pumpkins away from the porch once. I love that my grass is green again, and I didn't have to pay a $175 water bill to get it that way. I love the colors of the leaves changing from green to gold, red and brown. I love that I get to snuggle next to Señor SmellsGood at night under our warm blankies. And I love that I can hide my I-like-to-eat-sweets abdomen (uhhh, about the gym--it's reeeeeeeelly hard to get up at 5:30 am. PM workout, anyone?) under down vests and warm cozy jackets! Ahhhh. Fall is amazing.

Comments

Kim Royer said…
I love the fall too. We go to the pumpkin patch every year to let the kids pick their pumpkins. So much fun! Your kids look so cute. Cute little Laynee!! So proud of her pumpkin.
October 15, 2008 at 4:51 PM
Mandy said…
Oh so sweet! What a great neighbor! They must really love your kids and you! Corrine looks so much like you!! I cannot believe it! Laynee is so cute! Hunter looks like "Hey look at my pumpkin!"
October 15, 2008 at 9:02 PM
The Raguskus Family said…
i love the colors of fall...and i love to wear sweaters. it is amazing how grown up your kids are getting.
October 15, 2008 at 10:08 PM
Vicky said…
yay fall is here, love the cute pictures!
October 17, 2008 at 4:14 AM
Danielle said…
I love fall too!! The kids are all growing so fast. I want to pinch Laynee's cheeks in that last picture. Mwuah!
October 19, 2008 at 4:07 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
At first when I looked at the picture, I was like...what the...what happened to Mike? Ha ha but your neighbor is awesome! I want to come and celebrate fall with you. And wear big down vests and frolick in the leaves...tickle tickle.
October 19, 2008 at 4:18 PM
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