Two feats of bravery in our house.
Madison deciding to get her ears pierced.
And Cullen deciding it would be a good idea to cut his own hair.
So, let's see. In the 5 (yes. five.) months since I've posted, quite a few blog-worthy things have gone down. I'll try to give you the Cliff's notes and you'll just have to forgive me for not posting them in a more timely manner.
In June we went to New Jersey for our vacation:
The rest of those pictures are in the little slideshow on the right.
In July, Mad spent the 4th with her Grammy and Papa and learned how to do this:
I cried.
In August- Mad started 1st grade, Ollie moved in with Cullen, about five minutes later we decided that was a bad idea and quickly moved him back into his own room.
Oh and my sweet baby had his first birthday. Complete with Smurf-colored cupcakes:
In September, Cullen started his last year of preschool. He was thrilled.
Matt was dunked in a dunking booth at a work-sponsored party. I'll spare him those pictures, but the kids had a great time too!
October has been gorgeous and we went camping for fall break. It. Was. Awesome. I really should do a separate blog post for that one because there are so many great photos and video. Yeah, I think I'll do that. Ok here's just one to preview the awesomeness:
We had our annual pumpkin farm visit
And today, of course, is my babygirl's birthday. Her celebration extravaganza started Saturday with Chuck E Cheese
Sunday with horseback riding
And already today I've taken cupcakes to her class, eaten lunch with her, and bought her the steak dinner she wants for tonight.
I love you Mad. You wake up more awesome everyday.
As for THIS blogger, I am BACK! More updates, more pictures, more Foreman Five. Promise.
The Foreman Five is being prettied up, but don't worry. All kinds of updates coming!
If you haven't heard, the south has been invaded with the 13-year cicadas. I, personally, think they're disgusting, but they don't bite and they don't seem to be harming the trees so I guess I can live with them.
Mad, on the other hand, LOVES these things. She picks them up and plays with them like they're dolls. At her kindergarten graduation, when asked what she wanted to be when she grows up she said scientist. I asked her what kind of scientist on the way home from school and she said "Bug scientist! So I can study cicadas!" I love that kid.
And when I say "invaded" it is not an exaggeration. Billions to TRILLIONS of these very loud, giant bugs.
And that sound? It's like that EVERYWHERE YOU GO. You have to scream at the person next to you when you're outside. It is no joke.
Mad, on the other hand, LOVES these things. She picks them up and plays with them like they're dolls. At her kindergarten graduation, when asked what she wanted to be when she grows up she said scientist. I asked her what kind of scientist on the way home from school and she said "Bug scientist! So I can study cicadas!" I love that kid.
And when I say "invaded" it is not an exaggeration. Billions to TRILLIONS of these very loud, giant bugs.
And that sound? It's like that EVERYWHERE YOU GO. You have to scream at the person next to you when you're outside. It is no joke.
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