What I found in my fridge this morning

Because apparently Thomas the Tank Engine doesn't have refrigerated freight cars.

What Makes Art?

We bought a conversation-starter card set at the preschool fundraiser, and broke it out over dinner.

Tonight's question: What makes something art?

T: A paintbrush!

J: (Off the top of his head!) It has to show beauty, skill, or talent.

Mom and Dad were unable to top that.

One last thing to do before falling asleep

T: D!...A!...D! Come here!
R: What do you need, Turner?
T: Here, give me your hand.
[Kisses the palm of his hand]
T: There. When you miss me, you can put that on your cheek and get a warm feeling.

We're off to the Neighborhood Halloween Party

Corn Maze

The weekend before last we took the kids to a corn maze.

Flag Waving


The drought is a little more obvious there -- the corn barely reaches 5 ft, and it's usually green still in mid-October.

Pumpkin Babies

Wheelbarrow

Obstacle Course


Face Painting

"I want to party with that guy!"

Everybody laughed as they passed Turner, covered head to toe in red dirt. The title of the picture was my favorite comment.

Honesty

T: Mutter, I love you.
A: Aww, that's sweet. I love you too babe.
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T: But I love daddy better.
A: Everybody does, sweetie.

Reminders

This pic is from June, Jesse during a chicken fight at Tae Kwon Do.

The Three Amigos

Turner and his two best friends from preschool.

Hello, pavement!

I guess when you're that close to the pavement to begin with, you get to be pretty good friends with it.

Suppression

Dinner conversation last week wound from Jesse's fear of bees to the 78 rolls of film Grandma Pat's friend filled with penguin pictures on her trip to Antartica.

T: Did you know? Penguins eat fish. Real fish, fish that swim in the water. Not fish like people eat.

Of course not. Because that would be too horrible to even consider.

The Triumph of Time

New this week! Yes, that is Jesse riding his bike. Hallelujah!

Meanwhile, Turner races down the driveway at his tricycle's top speed. And he's started begging for a bicycle.

For auld lang syne

...right before he removed his pants and tossed them in the pine tree. Spring has arrived.

A Little Privacy Please?

T, at the toilet: Mom, I don't need any privacy today, because my privacy went on vacation for a few weeks, until I'm four.