Not a chicken any more!

Forrest finally overcame his fear of the slide on his swing set. Today my mom asked him if he was going to go down the slide again and he said, "Yes! I'm not a chicken any more! I'm a boy!"

Halloween!

I have more pictures of Halloween coming, but I thought I should post these while I'm on a roll.This is my little monkey. He wouldn't stand still for the picture so it is blurry. I have another, but it is on a different computer and will have to wait for another day.

Forrest carved a jack-o-lantern (or jack in the lantern as Forrest said) with Gramps. We took off his shirt so he wouldn't get all messy cleaning it out, but Forrest wouldn't even attempt to touch the yucky stuff in the pumpkin. It was too gross!

I have more pictures with Madeline and I will post them later.

Holidays are so much more fun now that Forrest understands what is going on. He keeps asking about Christmas. Every morning when he wakes up he says "Is it Christmas today?" and he keeps asking me to sing the Christmas song which is "Santa Claus is Coming to Town". Yesterday, after I sang, he made claws with his hands and said, "These are claws! Like Santa Claws!" It was so funny!

Some pictures of Madeline

I realized that I hadn't put many pictures of Madeline up...so here you go!
This is one of my favorite outfits she has. You can't really see in the picture, but it is embroidered with Winnie the Pooh designs.

This is another beautiful dress knitted by my aunt Joyce. I am continually amazed at her talent!

Can you believe the belly on this little girl??

This was a cute sun dress from Great Aunt Dolly that she only got to wear once because of the weather. Sometime she looks so darn serious!

This is a recent picture. She is growing so very fast!

The Paterpillar

Forrest found a caterpillar on the porch this afternoon. He carefully played with it and then showed it to Madeline. He told her, "Do you like the paterpillar, Madeline? Do you like it? Don't eat it. Don't eat it. DON'T EAT IT! Paterpillars are yucky!"

He played with it some more and then gave it a ride on his lawn mower. He stopped after a few yards and said "Do you like it, paterpillar?" After we thought it was dead, it started to move again and we convinced him to put it in the flower pot where it would be safe. "So I don't drive on it with my big lawn mower wheels," he said.