After our pumpkin-picking excursion today (I'll put a few pictures in an album after I have more Halloween pictures to share), we headed up CO-115 to eat lunch at the Apple Shed. I love getting out of town. Though I like living where I live, the eating-out options on our side of town tend to blur into one big chain restaurant, where it doesn't really matter which one you go to. Real Americana exists outside the city limits. Behold:
Did you even know such a thing existed? Neither did we. After our lovely diner lunch, we went to marvel at this fine example of American ingenuity. Though this behemoth is on blocks like you might find an old rusted-out truck, we decided that in order to be labeled the World's Biggest Rocking Chair it must have had at least one or two rocks in its early days. Maddie was sorry she couldn't try it out.
And for good measure, this picture is entitled "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH MY BABY?"
I have nothing to say, I have nothing to say, and then BLAM I have lots to say. Corresponding pictures are at the end, because Typepad and I have formatting issues.
• Got the best package yesterday from my funny and talented friend Mi'Chelle. Lots of Everblooming Girly Junk in a box addressed so beautifully it made me carefully unstick the label to save. Hee hee. If you have little girls, they will want some Everblooming Girly Junk of their own, and luckily, Mi'Chelle is thinking of going in business online. So... let me know and I'll put you in contact with her. Thank you, thank you, and watch your own mailbox, Mi'Chelle : )
• The theory holds true: girls wearing stripey tights cannot be trusted to pay attention to anything else but their own legs.
• I am currently making pumpkin bread without a recipe, because the bananas I had been saving got saved a few days too long. And that is saying something. But instead of throwing out the already-cracked eggs and measured sugar and oil, I decided to try pumpkin bread. I felt like the Swedish chef pouring a little of this and a little of that in the mixing bowl.
• Do you see green? Hooray! It's our new park, and it's almost finished. We walk over every few days to check out the progress. This park has many benefits: it's really close to our house, it will hopefully add value when we sell next summer, and it SHOULD CUT DOWN ON THE DUST WHICH ALLOWS US TO WRITE OUR NAMES ON THE FURNITURE EACH AND EVERY MORNING.
• Gracie has started grinding her top two teeth and her bottom two teeth together, which makes a sound not unlike 90 8th graders scratching their fingernails down a chalkboard simultaneously.
• Can you stand another hawthorn tree picture?
• Book club is tonight: we're discussing The Saving Graces. It's a library book, Stephanie. Fast, enjoyable reading, but returnable at the end.
• Correction: we do have a mouse. Gracie has invited a friend to live on the patio. Said friend is making herself comfortable, and making us increasingly uncomfortable.
• Maddie begged me to buy a Spiderman toothbrush and Spiderman toothpaste for her friend Finn today. Raging consumerism in a friend's interest can't be turned down, so we got him some as a big brother gift (he just became a big brother last week).
1. Feed children children-food for dinner.
2. Put children to bed.
3. Make grown-ups grown-up food for dinner.
4. Eat dinner without having to manage monkeys and their monkey antics. (You can actually concentrate on conversation and the taste of food! What a novel concept!)
Exciting news: this past weekend I had the honor of taking photographs of a beautiful family—my first official photo shoot where the subjects were not coerced because I am their mama and therefore the boss of them. You have to believe me when I say it's a long story how the three principal actors (referral, subject, and photographer) in this photo shoot came to know each other, but rest assured, it's true when you hear the old cliché "it's a small world." (Thanks, Susie, for suggesting it and thanks, Vonnie, for asking me!)
What I learned about "official" photo shoots:
1.) They are really quite a rush. Just waiting for those incessant Colorado blue skies to cloud over is a rush in itself. Capturing personality on my trusty camera is exciting. (V, I'm such a nerd that I pulled over at the top of your street to check a few of the pictures out even before I got home. This is equivalent to ripping open my envelope of pictures in the lawn chair section at KMart, something I started doing in 8th grade).
2.) I could really get into this.
3.) It's really pretty easy when you have adorable little boys as subjects. (just a sampling of the many photos I took)
So thanks, Susie, for the encouragment on this : )