I might get caught up, maybe.
Labor Day weekend at Nana & Crawdad's. Gunnar officially starts a walkin' and the girls rouse up trouble.
Eric, Dad, Earl, and Dan went out shooting doves. They brought 'em in and we had a delicious feast.
Just before I have a GIANT birthday party planned for Gunnar (right before means days) where I am making all of the food from scratch, my oven/range died. Nothing to cook on and now I had to spend a bunch of money I had not planned on spending. However, Eric decided to go all out and get me a dual fuel range/oven. Gas cooktop, electric double ovens. It is sweet.
Unintended bonus; the giant box that the appliance came in provided many days of glorious entertainment for all three Stagglets.
LindyJean is so stinking adorable. I regularly get the urge to smother her face in kisses.
We invested in boxing gloves. Two pairs, thus far the bouts have been epic. Here she insisted on bandana, fairy wings, her crocs (which she almost never removed this summer/early fall), and boxing gloves.
What's cooking?
LindyJean and GW spent a lot of this month in cahoots... causing trouble. Bathroom break results in dishwasher open, LJ having given GW soap, GW is on the door and he is intermittently trying to load it in dispenser and putting it in his mouth.
Working the scissor lift.
LindyJean HAD to ride the pony.
Another in cahoots moment. She opens fridge he begins emptying contents.
Camouflage.
