These pumpkins have also achieved "pet" status and have been named accordingly: Purpley & Zack (Ruby), Agnes (Toby), Mack & Jack (Clayton), and last but not least, Eva (Eva). :)
Well, glancing through the years, apparently getting a pumpkin spice latte on Labor Day is totally my thing. Gotta love consistency. Welcome, fall.
It feels a little like fall is the new summer at the moment, though, and it's messing up my hot coffee jam. Note that it is still 84 degrees outside when the sky is black...
Black is not a flattering color on you, summer. Seriously. Leave it to the cooler seasons. Or, if you allow us, we will gladly wear it as we mourn your passing, no longer fearful of being unfairly targeted by your blistering rays.
We had a little marker snafu before we left for the mall this morning, and because the day had gone so incredibly well thus far, and seeing as how children were marked down to 50% off, I picked up a few extra while we were there. They proceeded to melt down in the play place, however--running over small children and chucking balls at one another and stealing my phone--and I immediately regretted the purchase.
Sadly, all sales were final, and I was stuck with them. Some days with children are just like that, and I'm learning to deal.
Now it starts getting pretty fun, because this is the third fair picture to put on top of the ever-growing stack of them. Some things have changed, and as always, many stay the same.
Always the tickets, always the bunnies. Always the fries and the pony rides. This year, however, Toby managed to stick his hands in grease, and because I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing most of the time, I had him try to wash it off. In the sink.
We did end up getting most of it off. With a roll of paper towels.
And this was then: