Ewwwwww

"Jackie" isn't looking so hot. We definitely carved him too early.
Here he was on Friday when I first noticed the mold.
Here he is today... note the addition of the slugs. Maybe he's just getting his Halloween gross on?
Henry hasn't noticed yet, but I can already imagine him saying, "Jackie!" Then, after a closer look that reveals the decomposition, mold, and slug... "EWWWWWWWW!!!"

Jackie might not be allowed to hang out on our porch all the way until Halloween.

Chip Chip Hooray!

Chippie's coming... Stacy will be induced on Wednesday if she doesn't get here earlier.  Our prayers are with you, and we are beyond excited about her arrival!

A little off the top

Daddy took Henry to have his hair cut this afternoon, and I think it's the shortest cut yet. In fact, Daddy says that Amanda used the clippers this time. Henry wasn't a fan. He's looking good, though! Here's a few (milk) action shots.
You know that good feeling you get when you get your hair done? Henry's got it.

Henry-o's First Jack-O'-Lantern

It was Furman's homecoming weekend, and amidst the festivities and chilly, chilly weather that apparently required a coat even indoors, we managed to carve Henry's first jack-o'-latern.  

Henry got bored and started reading the paper, but he seemed to like the final result.  

Unique and Sensitive

Daddy won "Most Unique Chili" at this evening's chili cook off at Advent UMC, and we are so proud of our chef who was unable to bring home any leftovers for us. Henry and I didn't get to attend the tasting. Well, we did, but we stayed for about three minutes. Henry was in no mood to sample chili, and I was in no mood to wrangle Henry.

Now, should Henry ever be part of a tasting team, Daddy and other contenders better watch out! The boy has the most sensitive pallet known to man. He can even discern an organic grape from a non-organic. Tonight, I gave a pitiful (snotty and stuffy) Henry his requested nightly "bi." He sucked on the pacifier for a second, took it out of his mouth, and said, "Don 'ike. Diffren bi." I gave him an alternate one, and he questioningly held it while trying it for a moment before he let his hand fall to his side as a gesture of approval.

I don't know what the difference was. Henry does, though. Sen-si-tive.

A few a Henry's favorite things

Throwing Rocks
Big Sticks

Following Grandjoe
Books and Sitting with GrandjaneHaving Elizabeth around

Daddy got stung by another yellow jacket today

Henry and I sauntered around our neighbors' yards this afternoon checking out their pumpkins and jack-o'-lanterns when it occurred to me that, you know, we could go out and get one of our own. Duh.

Anyway, we asked Daddy to take us to the little "pumpkin patch" down the road. Henry loved it, and we all worked together to pick just the right pumpkin for our porch. Henry thought most of them were too heavy but, no worries. He asked Daddy and Mama to help pick up the one we eventually decided to bring into the family.
He also didn't think it should rest atop a porch step but should be given prime seating in a rocking chair. Whatever.Anyway, Daddy got stung twice by a yellow jacket today. He was also stung while tailgating on Saturday. Yet, at the end of the day, he still cut the grass and took us pumpkin shopping. Henry has the best, and apparently most-attractive-to-yellow-jackets, dad. It is what it is, you know?