Have I mentioned how crazy beautiful Michigan is in the fall?
The colors are fabulous. And inexplicably make me want to wear plaid.
This was the scene of our most recent homeschooling field trip. It was a bog! For some reason I feel the need to use an exclamation point there. The first book Cora ever read alone was something about a frog on a log in a bog.
This is Cora's new buddy, Emily. Isn't she a cutie pie? I heart homeschoolers.
Our fearless leader was a retired biology professor. He's pointing out a teeny tiny something-or-other. He showed me too but it was so itty bitty I mostly nodded my head and pretended to see what he was showing me. I tried to pretend I went to college for something academic and not for the pink tutus. I think he was onto me.
It's like I live in a postcard.
This was a Pitcher Plant.
This was me trying to be artistic, photographically speaking.
After our Thursday field trip we had our Friday homeschool co-op, where Cora got to have a choir class and gym, and Anna got have a scouting class and gym. Did I mention how much I heart homeschoolers?
I have no idea why my print turned yellow.
But I like it.
A couple Gianni-isms before you head off to bed:
After eating all my buffalo chicken stew with blue cheese crumbles, he said,
"Mom, give me some more bites with dat stinky cheese on it!"
After finding his shoes out in the back forty (with a caterpillar* in the toe) he cuddled them close to his heart and crooned,
"Oh my shoes, I missed you SO MUCH!"
The dominoes with the tiny dots, as opposed to the ones with the larger sized dots, are in his highly pitched voice, "Soooooo cute!"
He has been on a bathing strike for longer than I care to tell you, but I finally found the cure: hanging him upside down by his feet and 'dipping' him in head first.
*caterpillar now deceased.