Four Pumpkins at the Flower Mound Pumpkin Farm

Four children, bounce houses, hayrides, pumpkins everywhere and all characters of wood cut-outs to pose with that you can imagine makes for a very fun day! (I haven't figured out how to arrange my pictures on this blog yet...I will get there.) The pictures tell the story but not in order -- The pumpkins were painted after we got home! Gammie Martha came with and was a big help as there were mobs of children everywhere! We brought a picnic lunch to eat but think the bees maybe ate more of it than we did...brought about many mixed expressions from each of us but Gammie was calm as a cucumber...not me! I was standing eating my sandwich...I'm not to hip on bugs!...period. We bought our pumpkins, headed home and were entertained yet more by dancing children in the living room and then painting the pumpkins that needed a face. As you can see, only one got a face and the others look as if they are..well, ...smushed. We need to work on this!

The sweetest, smartest classroom EVER!!

What a privilege for me!! I get to teach four of the most intelligent, fun, kind, cute-as-a-button, laugh-inspiring, thought-provoking children EVER!! Our front room is a sort of classroom that gets pretty loud on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. As you can see in the picture, it was Shelby's turn to hold the flags for our pledges...always a highlight for that sweet little one!! I believe this picture will be cherished over the years. We get to have school in whatever we chose to wear, find a comfy spot and test our brains a bit. I know I have said it before and still feel the same...I AM A BLESSED WOMAN!!

The Hair Whip Mishap

My husband jokes that "A 7-year old beat me up!!" There is a bit of truth...it was a 7-year old but definately not on purpose. Brooke (the 7-year old) and her Daddy were playing around when she says, "Put your head down." So Daddy does (doesn't every Daddy do whatever their 7-year old daughter asks??)....anyway... She proceeds to drop her head, fully intending to whip her head over and all her blond hair would tickle his face. Well, I guess she got a bit too close and 'WAP!!!!' Oooouuucchhh!! The sound was awful. Kind of like when you are in a car wreck and you will never forget the feel of your head making impact with the window beside you. Brooke just cried and cried, "I didn't mean to, Mommy! I didn't mean to." Surely she didn't think she was in trouble for this but could obviously see the pain her Daddy was in as he curled up in a fetal position holding his eye -- surprizingly not knocked out! He did admit to getting a bit fuzzy and his eye puffed up immediately. Thankfully, all is fine...just very black and blue!