The ballet was a blast.
On our fancy Wendy's date.
The fall festival was great. The hayride was cold, so I sent my girl out with my sisters, and I stayed inside with the ladies.
My sisters, who were medieval outlaws.
The spooky halloween princess.
Bundled up for the hayride.
The football game was a disaster, and M used his free rally towel to wipe his tears. Midway through the game, I got a text that read, "Curtis Painter is horrible...even worse in person."
Today, in lieu of carving pumpkins, we finger painted pumpkins. S's pumpkin looks a bit like a tranny hooker, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see it since I haven't taken a picture of the final product yet, and I'm too lazy to do it now. Just trust me.