the papoose as a pumpkin.

that's right.

he's the papoose.

we just started calling him that when we brought him home

and got him all nicely swaddled.

actually, paul did.

i had to look up the definition.

but, it turns out, it's a fun word to say.

and fun to rhyme with.

(my husband and i frequently break out into song.

we think our life is a musical.)

so, papoose stuck.

anywhosers.

he's the papoose.

and he's little man.

he's also baby cakes,

cub

and

stinky pete.

but...

he was also a pumpkin head for a day.

;)

awaiting the fall.

just another day 'round here.

the daily grind.

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<< disclaimer: why, yes, i am aware that my fluffy dog is actually a small pig. i am also aware that barnabas slightly resembles a dinosaur, especially if you pay close attention to the giant ski slope of a bump between his ears >>

<< and, ps, i had to google dinosaur to make sure i spelled it right...it's been a deceivingly long time since i used it in a sentence >>

pumpkin pie season

oh goodness gracious,

there is a zesty nip in the air here in the wv hills.

and it seems this morning it has shot right to the hearts of all of us here on

mockingbird drive...

invigorating us and putting some fiest in our step!

even the mini horses by our driveway are tromping and biting.

i can almost smell the warm buzz of the heater...

awaking from its long sleep...

being put to use for the first time this season.

 

it won't be long til the frost starts to blanket and sparkle...

and the smell of Christmas pine permeates our home.

isn't autumn grand?

so warm and crisp at the same time.

i think so.

enter fall