This post is going to be like opening that drawer in your kitchen, you know the one with all the odd items: mysterious keys, spare change, twistie ties, hair ties, bow ties, and a ticket stub to a concert you aren't sure you remember going to in 1974. Let's get the show started with our smallest and brightest STAR - ANNIE!
We had the best intentions of dressing her in an adorable Lady bug (or Ladybird for our British friends, cheers!) costume. However, because our lovely little lady is in the 95th percentile for her age...well let's just say the costume did not fit like a glove.

yup folks that zipper was not going to go up any higher, nope! Well since we weren't actually going to take her trick or treating...mostly because she can't speak, hold open a bag or walk...all was not lost.

We did carve some pumpkins. With my new job in the jail, I opted for an incarcerated candle. Fortunately the bars of the actual jail are not made of pumpkin...because that stuff is slippery and the inmates could probably squeeze right between the bars if they wanted to...I digress.

Darla opted for a more realistic depiction of our family, stick figure mom and dad with a baby buggy hovering above a giant heart that was on FIRE. Yes folks we live on the edge. Neither of us felt this was our strongest year for the pumpkins...the seeds however were the BEST ever. Roasted in an olive oil/butter blend to perfection after being boiled in salt water for 10 minutes. Then dusted with finely ground garlic and smokey black tea leaves. WOW

Five pumpkins sitting on the steps...AWWWWWWWWWW! It was really warm here last night...the fall has been beautiful and despite some rain (which is great too!) the weather has been quite nice.

OK I did not glue or surgically implant a blue porcelain cup on my daughter's head...it merely was able to be balanced on her head one day while we were sitting outside. Don't ask yourself why is he doing that...ask yourself why didn't I do that with my children. (No cups or children were harmed in the making of this image)

This Annie's new pal, her name is Sophie, she came from France and she was born in 1961. I hope I look this good when I'm 48 years old. I know, I already don't look this good, probably never did. This was a toy that her cousin Georgie had and since Annie is expecting some little teeth breaking in on the scene in a week or two, we thought it was time she had a good friend to chew on and drool all over. Good times, good times!

We live in downtown Portland and Annie and her Dad are both extremely hip ("and bald" her mom added...thanks Love!) Here are our matching beanie caps...ok once again Annie wins the stare down, she is a tough one!

We are taking our computer in to get some glitches fixed this week so anticipate a long pause between posts...which given our track record of posting will seem perfectly normal. We love you all, thanks for peeking into our world from time to time...make sure you say hello when you do. Happy November!