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As you can tell, I'm a little better about uploading pictures than I am about actually blogging. I think this deserves a little bit of explanation on my part. I can upload pictures directly from my blackberry to the blogsite. I can also blog by email (from my blackberry) but that takes too long :0) So, I upload pics that are darling and forget to (or don't get the time to) actually blog :( So, when I come to work, I usually have time to blog and update everyone about my life. That's my apology for not writing much throughout the week.
Let's see. We haven't done ANYTHING yet for Halloween. We've managed to put up a Halloween sign on the door and the garage door. Other than that, we haven't done anything. We haven't gotten Parker a costume yet. Seth, of course will be a pumpkin (just like Parker was :) and we're thinking that Parker will want to be Thomas the Tank Engine. Thomas is the apple of his eye right now. I'm thinking we'll be getting that on ...Wednesday. Does that make me horrible? We will probably be going to get our pumpkins then too. That way, they'll be cute after Halloween for a while. I'm sad that I have to work on Halloween. Okay, bottom line is, that I'm devastated. But, I know that there's next year. And, at least I get to be home for Christmas :) I think we are going to get the kids all dressed up on Thursday night and take them over to the grandparents to "trick or treat"...it'll be a surprise maybe. I really do want to go to a corn maze and pick out our pumpkin from a pumpkin patch. I don't want a wal-mart pumpkin. I'm a snob, and I know it. :0) Plus, I think Parker Jay needs to run down the rows like the maniac 2 year old that he is. I mean, it's kindof expected at the pumpkin patch, you know? Please see the attached picture below of Parker Jay in his orange ghost shirt that Jay took. I made him send it to me so that I could post it. It's ADORABLE and makes my heart smile. I hope that it makes your heart smile too.
Pumpkin and mum hugs,
Kimmie

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