Fall is here

This summer we grew a pumpkin - as big as we could - so we could have the largest one on the block. Not sure that we accomplished that but we're damn proud of our little baby. Today feels like a good day to go pick apples. Happy Fall!

The wart looking things on the pumpkin are scars from when Oliver beat it with a screwdriver when it was just a wee thing. Battle wounds give it character I think.

And pick apples we did. Fujis galore in SE Washington!

Anthony showing off his juggling skills with edible fruit.

The big 3

He doesn't officially turn 3 until the 12th, but we threw him a party to celebrate this weekend. We have been teaching him numbers, so with his birthday coming up we have been asking him how old he was going to be a lot. 9 times out of 10 he would answer 6. Why? Who knows. He can say that his birthday is in October, but for some reason 3 is just not old enough. This could be telling for things to come when he's 16 and telling the guy at the beer counter he really is 21. Oh boy, that's jumping too far into the future for me. Let's stick to dinosaurs for now. Which brings me to the birthday cake. I tackled my first kid cake. And it turned out pretty good if I do say so myself. Oliver loved it! And we'll be pooping blue for a week.

Its a stegosaurus for you amateurs.

Using his new tools to fix the new kitchen. A true renaissance man.

Nothing like a man in the kitchen in only his skivvies.

That is a frog sticker on Oliver's forehead, not a tatoo. Relax.