October pumpkin-pickin’ pics.
Just a little continuation of catch up from … gasp … last year.
Happy 1.1.11, btw.
October seems to mark the landslide into January for me. With it comes fall decorations, going for a pumpkin hunt, planning our annual Halloween bash, then before we know it, Thanksgiving and Christmas and the New Year celebrations are breathing hot and heavy on our heels.
See? Today marks the first day of 2011, and I don’t know even know what really happened over the last three months.
Thank goodness for pictures, yes? And thank goodness for my friend, Kim Jones, rising to the occasion once again to capture this nutso fam scampering about trying to keep track of each other.
I think my boys are awfully cute. Even with fishy face.
However. If he starts yelling anything like, “He wants you too, Malachi,” all bets are OFF.
Look at the baby Ellie dog. We had just brought her home from the Humane Society the day before. She’s still a little slinky and unsure, but really happy to be out of the kennel.
A little camera shy. She’s an old pro, now, btw.
There. That’s better. Her ears are even getting a little perky. And check out Holden’s rock-n-roll stance. Little dude knows how to rock it.
I think I tried rockin’ it in this photo, but he still upstages me. He’s grounded. And I think I’m grounded, too, for that Texas hair. Good honk.
But oh gosh he’s a divine and handsome one, here. Ok. Momma forgives you, baby.
And what of this little Terror? Making friends with cows right and left, he was.
I love mayhem pictures. It’s the real deal, ya’ll. And gracious I was blonde. (Notice I said “was”. Am sporting a darker, festive winter color presently.)
Melt. Look at those minions holding hands. Love.
Yep, you. Ornery. Love you.
Love these punks, too.
I think I’m going to start doing this in public. Just shouting out with glee and joy and orneriness at the top of my lungs. I think I’d have a lot of followers.
Holding on. Probably for dear life.
By this time, we had lost rights to our wagon and pumpkins somewhere in the field and had to start over. But not to worry…
We’re all for one, baby.