Around here, the weather is hinting at fall. To Jason nothing says fall like a fiery inferno. And to me nothing says fall like a roasted marshmallow. If that's not proof we're meant to be together I don't know what is. So, to celebrate the sweatshirt weather, we had ourselves a little family weiner roast last night.
Here's Caroline keeping Charlotte on her seat and away from the blaze. And yes, that's an overturned garbage can that Charlotte is sitting on. It contained wood scraps from the basement that went into the fire.
Waiting, waiting, waiting............
"No, Charlotte. Daddy said we have to sit right here until he tells us to come help." Bless her heart.
Okay, Caroline. Go on over and help Daddy cook the hot dogs.
He couldn't have done it without her.
Poor Jason. He just gets no love from these girls.
Charlotte might have enjoyed her marshmallow.
It's very hard to tell for sure.
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so, i am absolutely GREEN with envy.
sweatshirts.
we don't see those until at LEAST november.
at least.
loved, loved, loved the pictures.
They look sooooo big those girls. There is nothing like fall around that lake too. Love the new blogdo! Amy and the gang
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