"Who's going to make me cookies on a stick now?"
After 3 fun-filled/sanity-saving weeks, Grammy headed back to Michigan to rest up for her trip back for Thanksgiving! We're taking bets on whether she'll even get out of bed between now and then after being chauffeur, cook, entertainer, playmate, and pacifier for our two busy babies. Having her here was such a blessing and the house feels a little empty without her. Even this morning over Hadley's Cheerios she said, "After I'm finished I'm going to go wake up Grammy."
Now that we have an amazing nanny lined up to start tomorrow we could all breathe a collective sigh of relief and get on with the holiday!
The carver and his helper, who has the most important job of all: picking out the seeds for roasting!
This is what you get when the one person with artistic ability in our house is too young to wield a butcher knife. I look forward to the day she gets to draw the design!
Dancing with Sonia the mouse
Sonia is Hadley's best buddy at school. Aron and I absolutely adore her. She's the youngest, littlest and shyest in the class, and Had takes great care of her. She also speaks Russian fluently!
Sunday afternoon Hadley and I joined Mama Karen and Livi for a 1K charity "walk" at Episcopal High School. We expected a leisurely stroll and good conversation...what we got was a full out sprint at times, followed by some tears and an unfortunate stumble into a pricker bush, and then lots of water breaks, followed by some pep talks, then some frustration when one of the girls would run ahead of the other, then reconciliation...all in all, some big life lessons covered in that short distance!
And they're off!! Hadley took off like she'd been shot out of a cannon, while Livi screamed for her as she tried to catch up. I was beaming with pride until all the gas ran out of Had's tank about 100 feet later and she wanted to go home.
Giving the pumpkin bean bag toss another try...this time standing a lot closer and practically placing the bean bags in the holes.


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