To celebrate October, we headed up north in search of pumpkins and cooler weather. At least we found the pumpkins. This annual trip means an awful lot to me. The first time, I was 8 months pregnant. Last year, Bird was all too quickly approaching his first birthday. And now, at almost two, I watched my…… Continue reading Pumpkin Patch
Our baby hoot owl is eleven months old. He’s nearly a year old. C.P. is a bona fide chatterbox. I get the impression that we’re not far from a whole lot of talkin’. At the moment, with varying degrees of consistency, he says: “Mawm” and “Dadd” and “Beebee” “Peas” and “Tankoo” “Hi” and “Bye-Bye” “Ba”,…… Continue reading 11 Months Old.
Earlier this month, we ventured up north for some fresh air and the perfect pumpkin. Carter wore his pumpkin cap, Erin and I grabbed a pumpkin-chai latte each, and we caravanned up to Chino Valley (though apparently I drive too slow for SOME people. You know who you are). The weather was wonderful, and I…… Continue reading Pumpkin Patch