Field trip to the Browndale pumpkin farm

Good ol' farmboy, chewin' on straw

King, er, queen of the mountain, er, hay bales

Selling "eggs"

Corn bin. One was impressed; the other, not so much.

Love those blue eyes

Home days

So, what to we do on sick days?

We scratch a lot. Dang hives anyway.

We practice crawling.

We color Halloween pictures, with Kleenex nearby:

We veg out in front of the TV, with juice, Kleenex, and Violet Sparkles the Little Pony:

We take pictures of sweaters:

"Oh, no! Lainie melted into the floor and only her sweater remains!"

We might be a little slap-happy from too many interrupted nights.

What is your sick-day routine? Besides napping...because that would make too much sense.

Celebrating 10, mall-style

Miss Maggie turned 10! She is still my most gregarious, fun-loving, work-hating, smart, stubborn, determined, single-minded, reading-crazed, colorful child.

In our family, double-digit means you can get your ears pierced. And she was ready!

Before..

During, aka Maggie's "not-going-to-cry" face

After

Friends (and BFF necklaces) make everything better

And maybe a sibling or four

And maybe some orange leaf to top it off.

We were going to have a picnic on top of a big hill, but crazy Kansas snow in October deterred that.

And as far as caring for her ears, she forgot the first day. Then I said something about googling infected ears. I had to leave for work so didn't get back to it, but the next day she told me she had already cleaned them twice by ten a.m. I asked if she wanted to google those infected earlobe pictures, she said, "Don't worry. I did. I'll clean them. I promise." Thanks, google! And all those crazy images!

Party continues today, as every ten-year-old birthday should be a multi-day fest.

Maggie's dinner choice: breakfast supper of waffles, blue scrambled eggs, and bacon.

Our double-digit daughter!

We love you, Maggie!

Mello Jello

Today, this...

and this...

and this...

and this...

and this...

and this...

made this...

much more bearable.