He also took me to two concerts: Michale Buble and Josh Groban. That was my second time seeing Josh and my first time seeing Buble. I’ll be honest, I loved the music at the Michael Buble concert, but I did not enjoy this commentary in between, and from what I heard, he toned it WAY down for Utah. He talked like a sailor who just got back into port. It was swearing and sexual inuendos. I mean trashy talk. While he was wearing a tux. It was like opening a Tiffany box and finding dirty aluminum foil inside. I loved the music and the set, but I was so disappointed in his nasty talk. Josh Groban was as classy as ever.
You cannot force a child to use a toilet if they don’t want to, but you can provide the appropriate incentive. Dance was Daisy’s.
We took the kids to pick out pumpkins, and one day I came out to find them carving it with screw drivers and forks. The one time we carved pumpkins with them it was not a happy experience. They hated it. I guess they’ve changed their minds. The weather is unseasonably warm, so it didn’t last very long once it was carved, but they did a pretty good job, even if they scared the daylights out of me. They could have hurt themselves.
You can see out the doors the leaves are still on the trees.
Although Caisen has on a few shirts and a snow hat to invite the snow our way.
Kimball’s creative outfit. He’s wearing denim shorts, soccer socks, shin guards and a few shirts.
Grandma got all the grandkids little parachute guys.
So they took turns dropping them off the landing.
Georgia with Alex and Aunt Lisa
They all had so much fun with the parachutes.
I took a little time out to paint some Christmas decor. The previous year on Super Saturday I signed up to do some wooden letters that spell out JOY, but I couldn’t go because Adam was out of town or something. I actually missed it again this year. It tends to fall on the weekend of Brinlee, Kimball and Sawyer’s birthday. Anyway, I decided to do mine turquoise and white instead of the red and green everyone else did.
This is the weather we usually experienced in Atlanta, and while I love it, it confuses me. It’s just not…right. See how green our grass is? We are still running the sprinklers.
The girls kept me company.
And here they are. I love them. They are turquoise, and they S-P-A-R-K-L-E. That makes them just about perfect.