Drunkard

I turned older recently, and this is where Dave took me to dinner. We enjoyed lovely food at a steal of a deal...

and enjoyed lovely views such as this...

and this.

My two scoops of ice cream and my fancy pink candle. Happy Birthday to me!

Meanwhile, winter may or may not be here.

See? Icy.

The little dude.

Peekaboo

The pretty little place we call home...

...and the pretty faces at home.

...and me, the pretty face maker. You know, wiping snotty noses, keeping meat on bones, etc.

Motherhood

How sweet it is.

Halloween

Miles was a fireman for Halloween. Nothing better than using already owned winter pants, a winter coat and a borrowed fireman hat to make a costume that costs NO additional $$$.

I love that face...

and that one...

and that one.

Sweet mustache to complete the look.



Admiring his candy.

Reading the new Halloween book Dave's parents sent, loving it, and wanting to read it AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.

I don't really like Halloween. Dave does. The end.

I can't help myself