Random pics that consist mostly of Little Miss

 Brett and I often say we feel bad that H doesn't get "real" pictures with a good camera but she definitely won't miss out on the number of pictures actually taken of her. Since she is so wild and has to have pretty much constant supervision, I always seem to be around to catch her in her cute moments. :) And there are just as many cute moments as her wild ones.

The boys have been doing anatomy this past semester. This is D with his lung he made.

She has several layers of her brothers' underwear on. If I remember correctly, it was a pair from each of them.

Making mud balls

She chooses her own clothes already and some days her style just cracks me up

The sweet kittens. They were sweet when they were sleeping. It became a wild house when they were awake. Thankfully, they have been transitioned outside. Did I mention that Little Miss threw them off our second floor balcony three times? And threw one in a toilet full of poop? And countless times put them in the sink and turned on the water and cackled with laughter as they tried to squirm out? I am honestly surprised they are still alive.

 S told me he didn't think I was an animal person because I didn't want THREE cats in my house. I told him he needed to rethink that as I don't believe a person who didn't like animals would have 4 cats (currently housing a 5th for a friend), 4 birds, 3 hedgehogs, 2 dogs, 2 dessert turtles, a rabbit and a monkey in or around their house. 

She was looking sweet on the one day she let me braid her hair.

This is how she normally rolls. Girl on a mission.

We were at church and she pulled up a table, took a chair from a little boy, and made herself a comfortable place to eat her snack. I tell you, this girl, she is something else.

The object on her finger is kind of blurry which is good because it's a BIRD'S HEAD that her father stuck on her pinky. She is definitely not a girly girl but is rough and tough. 

I'm hoping that since her third birthday is 3 months away that we will soon start to see a quieter and calmer child emerge. One can hope...

Fall Festival

 One of our most favorite traditions here is a fall festival. We all have some cherished memories playing these games and eating way too much candy. This year we made the trek to our old home town to join in the festivities there.

Why bobbing for apples remains one of the favorite games to play, I will never know, but they love it. And it's Traaadition, tradition!

Racing to get candy out of pudding using only your mouth is a favorite as well. I'll admit, I get the fun in this one. :)

When I had my turn to race, I was so intent on winning that I even ate the yarn with the Twizzler. An argument could be made that my competitive nature goes a bit too far.

Competing to make the best toilet paper mummies.

This lady here was raised in a neighboring country. She used to draw water from the well and carry it home and boy could you tell. Walking while holding a baby with water on her head was an absolute breeze.

And let's not forget the cake walk!

I was thankful H landed on the right number early on. I wasn't sure how she would handle not getting a cupcake.

There was even a donkey cart ride.

 And of course, face painting. (These are actually twins that were born at our hospital, one of whom needed life saving surgery.)

Peppa Pig!

A werewolf for Silas, who of course, could not pass up face painting. The boy just loves it.

Another great fall festival down in the books. We were truly thankful to be a part of the day and look forward to more festivals to come.