Happy Birthday Owen!
Pumpkins 2011
This is what we did.
And this is what we ended up with.
Maddie (Team Jacob, all the way!!)
Owen (Argh!)
Ginger (Is there such thing as a princess pumpkin?)
CoCo (Glitter everywhere)
Mom (Staying Undead)
Halloween on the Gourd Farm
I don't take the kids to a pumpkin patch for Halloween. No normal stuff for us. Instead, we go to the gourd farm.
Just another one of the many reasons my children are destined to spend thousands of dollars in therapy when they grow up.
In any case, most of us had fun.
No matter how big they get, they still love to drive around these little tractors.
And, no matter how old they get, they love these goofy games.
The best part of the day is the haunted hay ride.
And no matter how old I get, that big bird always scares me.
Maddie was the only one who didn't have fun.
Fortunately, the folks at the farm were nice enough to let her take care of the animals.
And, of course, there are pumpkins to be had.
My only rule (about this particular thing, because we all know that I have lots of rules about lots of things) is -- if you pick it, you have to be able to carry it. I can't help but pat myself on the back, because I heard lots of parents repeat this back to their kids after hearing me say it.
All in all, another great day!
Not to be outdone, here's CoCo
As Ginger was practicing her Me Collage, CoCo was jealous. There are few things that child loves more than being in the spotlight, and it just about killed her to watch Ginger get all of the attention.
Here's CoCo's turn to perform. Again - the stain is gross - I'm trying, but it's looking more and more like an area rug to cover it is the only solution.
I seriously wish I had that energy for about 30 minutes every day. I can't even imagine what I could accomplish!!
Ginger and the "Me Collage"
Ginger had to do a "Me Collage" for school. It's a pretty big project for a first grader. She had to present her collage in front of the class. In Spanish.
Seriously, in first grade, I could barely talk to the teacher, much less do a presentation in front of the class. Forget the other language part.
I wanted to give her a chance to practice and watch herself, so maybe she would be less nervous. Here she is practicing. Please ignore the giant stain created by Rotweiller vomit that no one even attempted to remove until mom came home 3 days later. (If you have any ideas for getting that one out -- PLEASE let me know!!).