October Happenings

Whenever grandparents are visiting, they are greeted with hugs, kisses, and job lists (thanks Moms and Dads!).  Here is Dad working on putting a cold air return off our furnace in the basement. 

Here are Dad and Karl installing a celing fan in our dining room.

Here is Dad cleaning up our back terrace and planting new ground cover that he transplanted from their Michigan yard. 

Audrey loves to write/draw/create. 

Here is Mom on a project:  sorting through baby clothes to give away.  That's a lot of girl clothes!

 
Those are a couple of awfully big walnuts! 

I'm lovin' car pool.  A Central family lives 2 blocks away and they pick up Annika and Lauren for school almost everyday.  Makes life in the morning soooo much easier for me. 

Do not try this at home. . .I'm not quite sure what/if I was thinking as I ventured out on the boardwalk with a boardwalk-width stroller.  Once I started, there was no turning back.  If it weren't for all those twists and turns and ups and downs. . .

Shoes and hats - endless fun!

 Karl had a company picnic complete with games.  Our girls weren't quite brave enough to join in the sack races. 

 Lauren decided she had to go to the bathroom so Karl made the long trek towards the restrooms.  Sami decided she was going to run and catch up.  After Karl was gone about 10 minutes someone asked me where he was and then motioned to the restrooms about 200 feet away.  oops.

 Grandpa and Grandma spent lots of time in the backyard with the girls. 

 It had been quite a while since we fed the fish.  It was fun to see the twins get into it - except that Sami would have jumped overboard if we hadn't been hanging on to her. 

 Grandma went off the beaten path with Annika and Lauren. 

 Love this picture. 

 Audrey, this is a Clydesdale.  Clydesdale, this is Audrey.

 We hadn't been to Grant's Farm in a LONG time.  It was a first for Audrey and Sami.

 We arrived at the goat pen with Annika confidently wanting a milk bottle and heading inside.  Moments later, I saw Grandpa carrying her out screaming with goats nipping at her heels.  This (see photo) was a much less-stressful approach.  When she was younger, she wouldn't even hold the bottle.  Baby steps. 

 Twin lovin' from Grandma.