Last weekend we searched for the perfect pumpkin in our local pumpkin patch. It was the first time that either of us had picked our pumpkin. Most people's idea of the perfect pumpkin is one that will make the best jack-o-lantern, but our search was for the perfect pumpkin to hold our baby. I got the idea from my sister, Lisa. She had done it with her kids, who absolutely hated it or were expression-less. Not mine. She is so easy going that she is willing to do anything and enjoy it! Chris cut the top off and cleaned it out. Then Claire went in. She wasn't too thrilled at first, but quickly came to realize that she wasn't going to be eaten by this big, orange, slimey thing and embraced the situation. In fact, I think she even liked it.
So, we are still roughing it in our amazingly, wonderfully fabulous, new house. That means, air mattresses in our living room. Fun. The girls love it, Chris and I not so much ;) Anyway, the close proximity means Chris and I get to eavesdrop on some very tender moments. They seriously bring tears to my eyes. How did we get so lucky to have them as our children??? Here's one example. Claire--"Mya, can we snuggle?" Mya--"sure." Claire--"don't let go." Mya--"No, I'll just wait until you are sleeping." Claire--"No, you wait until the middle of the night." Mya--"Okay, I'll wait until the middle of the night." Then we hear lips smacking. So cute. I won't share the meltdown that occured moments before this sweetness ;) Life isn't always rosey, now is it? Ha! In other news..we get internet today and our furniture/things tomorrow! That means 1 more night of "roughing it!" Yippee!
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