When I have nothing witty to say.

Bath time.
6 Hands.
Being sick has been awesome for the dark circles under my eyes. I haven't slept this much in years. Really.
Ohh poor flu baby.
Pumpkin patch in my rabbit hunting hat.
He who refuses to smile.
Oh wait I will smile at the pumpkin, not at you.
Just before this picture her cruel sister told her a spider landed on her from above. It took alot of coaxing to get her to take the picture. I love the super fake smile.
The pumpkin stage at fir point farms. Oh my gosh, the best donuts ever. Eat them warm and then have some Apple Pie Fries. You may promptly die from a heart attack but you'll die happy. And full.
Notice the hair caught in the up draft.
Perfect pumpkin weather. Rainy, windy cold and overall mucky. Perfect.
No amount of cropping seems to be enough when there are photos of me in a bathing suit. Be distracted by the super cute baby. 
Ohhh Ahh. Much better. Am I up to something naughty in my swim diaper??
Why Yes I am.

Uh whatever. They say the girls get it from me. I offer this as evidence to the contrary.
Katie took this picture so that the next time she wanted to log into Darren's computer she could copy his password. She was giggling behind us, feeling so clever. I love her. She CRACKS me up. At least we know how many letter to try.
Oh Happy Boy. I love him.