Halloween, Eons Later.

Another blitzkrieg of photos in attempt to catch up with my slovenly blogging habits. 
October.... March. Meh. 

Consider it documented.

Sorry, kids.

Two is Three.

Elise Cabot, 

I had no idea. When I looked into your eyes three years ago, the day we welcomed you into this world, I had no idea. 

I had no idea one tiny little person could have so much personality. 

So much moxy. 

So much wit. 

I had no idea a three year old could make me laugh so hard.

Or nail the cheese face. Every. Single. Time. 

I had no idea you'd have an uncanny ability to work a crowd everywhere you went.

Or that you'd rock Middle Child like it was the Queen of England.

You wanted a "race car" birthday, which may or may not have been influenced by your father who requested a combined soirree for his forty-mumble-mumbleth birthday. 

I think the birthday girl and birthday Boy both enjoyed the festivities.

Despite the arctic temperature, all your friends had a blast operating various motorized and non-motorized vehicles on the "race track" we set up in the clubhouse parking lot. 

Your dad's friends brought a bevy of exotic cars. And fun was had by all.

I had more pictures. But they didn't survive an unfortunate incident involving my phone and a drop from toddler-height. So you'll have to take my word for it. 
You didn't stop smiling the whole time.
But then again, you never do.

Happy birthday, E2. I had no idea I could love any human THIS much.

Thanksgiving, belated.

Yes, it's almost April. 

But we're still Thankful.

For "X Chromomes" (Dad), and "Milk" (Emerson), and "The whole entire world" (Elle), and "My family" (Elise)

For handmade turkey placecards.

And a wonderful family to fill the seats.

For good food.

And sweet endings.

 

For turkey clad babies.

And a verbose oldest child.

Who is also thankful for "Helthy food", "safe home", "church", "My sisters", "my community", and "My contry"

For a frigid trip to the mountains to pick out the biggest perfect Christmas tree. 

And for a photo that Emerson can use as leverage against her mom for the rest of her life. 

GetmeoutofthisreindeersuitMom.

As Thankful as we were in November. 
Probably even a little bit more.