It's that time of year, people!
(photo by Kindra Clineff)
It was 48 degree when I got up this morning, and it was 98 a few days ago. So, I've decided it's officially Halloween thirty. Autumn o'clock. Time to break out the sweaters.
Yes, I drive one of those monster carts at the grocery store. I've been lucky enough to trick Violet into thinking it's a privelege. "If you're really, really good, you can ride in the big blue shopping cart." "And will you strap me in, Mama?" "Hmmm.....okay. But only if you're extra extra good." How do people shop with 5 or 6 kids? HOW????
(from Thomas Shahan)
Oh, and in case I didn't tell you, I decided that today we'll have a spider theme. Because I went for a walk while it was still dark outside and walked into about five spider webs. The last time, the spider was still attached, and it got in my hair and I had a few moments of ohmygodohmygod until I got it out.
This is a great kids' game idea from No Time For Flashcards. Don't step off the web and try to collect the spiders and ghosts.
I got some really cute spider shoe clips at Cracker Barrel. Of all places. They had little cat clips, too.
This would be a pretty dessert. I think that's a cake of some sort. You could also just pipe on the chocolate, use a bon bon for the head, and add a perfect scoop of dark chocolate ice cream.
Isn't this charming? I love this style of illustration. And I think one of the fairies has a dandelion puff wand.
(Can't track down link...let me know and I'll credit it.)
I never get tired of seeing spider webs cloaked in dew. Nature's jewelry.
I swear my child doesn't live on ice cream. We shared it, too. It's actually very rare that I let her eat junk. Still, what's childhood without the occasional cookie or sundae? Can you imagine life without ice cream cones? Or cake? I shudder.
Another cute fat baby shot. She's all floppy and hard to photograph. It would take an assistant and a studio full of baby props, I swear. So most of her photos have her lying on the bed or in her car seat. My husband is not a photo taker, and Violet isn't old enough to hold her yet. In half the photos (if not in a car seat), you see my hand in a blur in the corner. I back up, trying to take a quick shot before she falls over. Grrrr....I want an assistant to help me photograph my baby. And if that assistant wanted to clean my house and do my laundry, I would so let her.