Time is always flying, but this year it’s definitely taking me by surprise. There are Christmas trees being gotten, so I suppose it’s time to wrap up all things harvest/autumn/Thanksgiving related. Another fall: over. Check. Done.
Quick photo dump before I turn the page and dive into Christmas:
It only took 9.5 years, but at long last, Ryan loves apple pie. Maybe even more than brownies? But definitely not more than ice cream. (He’s a Dunphey, after all!)
Not enough of this, but I enjoyed every pause that books afforded.
This. *sigh* Two brothers who were too excited about the Thanksgiving books to not read them together in bed. Asleep mid-story.
This one, growing up so quickly. Introducing a bit of running, and even some dancing, into her routine.
A first snow that was for real. None of this float-in-the-sky-but-never-land stuff. The kids were ecstatic.
Having to leave for the evening, and coming home to Fiona in her happy place, snuggled up against Nana.
A birthday party for the “twin cousins” that was too much fun.
More often than not, the only family dinners happen around one of these tables. Usually Ryan is working behind a counter and we just are happy to smile at him while we eat on a Sunday afternoon, but this time we were there after hours. Music up, happy kids, custom-made bagel sandwiches, and 6 of us all together.
Fiona, caught red-handed in toilet paper fiascos.
Growing in diligence. Blocking out the distraction of children playing in the next room, and diligently doing his work.
And Thanksgiving. A day of food and family and togetherness. Thankful.