Monday, October 31, 2011
Auntie L took this photo for us when we went to the Halloween festival in her historic neighborhood on Saturday. Truthfully, the giant leaf was probably the highlight for Monkey, but we all had fun anyway.
We are having some issues with our own photos so we'll defer to our fellow Monkey blogger, A Barrel of Monkeys to chronicle some of our Halloween fun last Friday. Thanks for the lovely post, Dr. F!
More spooky pictures to come as soon as we get our technical difficulties straightened out. Happy trick or treating to you!
Posted by Mrs. Z at 11:12 AM
Sunday, October 30, 2011
There's been a rash of fall baking happening in our house. Monkey is always a big supporter of any project that will make a huge mess, and has thus been highly involved. When Aunt M sent him a Halloween treat box that included sprinkles and cookie cutters, we had to make some spooky cookies. Behold, a spooky cat:
No more spooky cat.
Showing you his black lips:Mr. Z is rather fond of making bread. It is a very very chewy bread, so he and Monkey are left to eat the entire loaf by themselves. Apparently some creativity is needed, because somehow someone invented the 'bread train'. Because we just don't have enough trains in our lives.
Posted by Mrs. Z at 9:03 AM
Saturday, October 22, 2011
We bought season passes to the pumpkin patch this year, so we've been a few times this season. It wouldn't be Halloween without our annual trip with Uncle J and Aunt M though - so we headed out last weekend for our yearly pumpkin picking and lunch eating celebration. A very good time was had by all.
Posted by Mrs. Z at 10:49 AM
Monday, October 10, 2011
We've mostly been up to a whole lot of school and eating and sleeping and non-stop talking and singing and running in circles, which is riveting and yet, strangely repetitive. Mr. Z unearthed this old school gem from December 2009. I think it originally didn't get posted because Mrs. Z is just so... very present. But in retrospect, those adorable baby cheeks of yesteryear are a little hard to keep to ourselves.
Remember when he was awake and also silent? Yeah, us neither.
Posted by Mrs. Z at 7:45 PM