I'm a Great Runnist

Josh has always had his own language over the years....now it has passed on to his offspring. For instance, when I make a great meal, he will say "Amy, you are such a great cookist." When complimented on his driving skills, he might say "Of course, because I am a great drive-ist." The other day, Stella was running through the house and shouted "I am a great runnist!" We both cracked up.

Sophia's baptism was last Sunday and the whole congregation sang a song to her! I shed a tear. Of course, it doesn't take much to make me shed a tear.

Pastor Glen walked around the church and introduced her to everyone. This also made me shed a tear. Nikki and Whitney were in town for this event and just having them here made me shed a tear.

After church, hanging out on the couch. We forgot to get a proper pic at church. There was a lot going on!

We went to Monkey Joe's with our friend Caroline and her mom, Marie. It was so much fun!

The leaves they are a changin'...

So is Sophia

She's getting very big

So is her smile

"My, what big pumpkins you have." Bert's Pumpkin Farm has the biggest pumpkins I have ever seen in my life. I bet they have to put a fire pit in these things to get them to light up. Or maybe you don't carve mammoth pumpkins....I don't know.

Have I mentioned how difficult it is to get a good picture with both of them in it?

Pumpkin sandwich

I underestimated how much cooler it would be after driving an hour and a half north into the mountains. I wore a short sleeved shirt (genius, I know). Josh offered up his coat-what a gentleman!

Bert's Pumpkin Farm in Dawsonville, Georgia

This pumpkin was $99. We urged Stella to move on to the $10 pumpkins.

Never take a walk with Stella without a stroller. Inevitably, her short little legs will wear out (especially when she is running half of the time) and she will want to be carried home. We love to take walks around our neighborhood and lately, Stella does not want to be tied down to a stroller. So, I put Sophia in the stroller and let her walk. We must have taken a few detours from our normal route the other day because she kept wanting to take a rest...every 10 feet. I explained to her that the sun was going down and we needed to get home. I said "Do you want me to carry you on my back?" "Yes." This lasted about 5 minutes until she slid down to the ground and said "I'm too tired. My feet need to rest." I said "Do you want to get back on my back? We really need to get home." "No, mama. I want to ride on your stomach." (no fat jokes, please-she meant she wanted me to carry her in the front, not on my back. At least that's what I want to believe.) I ended up letting her stand on the back of the umbrella stroller and held her up all the way home. We have a VERY hilly neighborhood, just so you know. Never again my friends-I have learned my lesson.

"The sun is out too long." Does anyone know what this means? Is this in a children's book that I don't know about? It has been Stella's excuse for everything lately.

• It is time to eat dinner, Stella. "I can't! The sun is out too long!"
• Let's go inside now. "NO!! The sun is out too long!"
• Put your coat and shoes on. "Mama, I can't because the sun is out too long."

I have to agree because sometimes I think the sun is out too long myself. I mean, sometimes the days seem to go on forever. Maybe she is on to something. Should we move to a place where the days are shorter? Perhaps that is what she is trying to tell us.

On one of the days where the sun was out too long, I decided to empty out all of Stella's toy baskets and organize them. I took pictures of the contents of each basket and plan on affixing the picture to each basket so Stella knows where her toys are located. I was so excited about this until I told Josh and his reply was "You need to go back to work." I guess turning our dining room into a preschool classroom wasn't what he had planned when we moved into this house.