I love pictures like these. Pictures that show their varying sizes as they walk hand-in-hand. I so wish I could find the one of last year for comparison. And next year, we'll be adding yet another little girly's gait.
And pictures like these that show how very big my oldest has gotten. She proclaimed herself quite capable, thankyoumuch, to not only pick out her own pumpkin... BY HERSELF... but carry it as well.
Meanwhile, my very active 19-month old decided the pumpkin (which she called apples) weren't as interesting as this here weed. It entertained her for a long time.
Approximately 1 minute 2 seconds. A new record.
We tried to get the biggest girls all together for a group photo.
But Raegan wanted nothing to do with it. So I enlisted Daddy's help to strong arm her...
Just kindly overlook the small bruise she has on her ribcage. But all that matters, in the end, is that daddy's deathgrip kept her in place. And now we have a lovely little picture for all to enjoy.Kidding about the bruise for all you who are unable to read sarcasm in black-and-white. *wink*
And then came my turn. I tried to hold her down. But all it got me was a picture where I am laughing like a hyena and Raegan's face is contorted in toddler-protest. But notice how poised my Charis is. *laughing*
Raegan ran away...
The big girls squeezing their faces into the pumpkin face before we threw them into the car. It was FREEZING and extremely windy! (consequently that night was the first Freeze Warning of the season)
Short little Raegan. Not to be out-done by her taller sisters.
A fun time was had by all.
Now to find the time to manhandle a machete so we can carve the beasties up. all while holding a newborn. and wrestling with an upset toddler because she can't hold the knife.
I foresee good times ahead.
