Trucker Salute

Back in the olden days, when Paul and I were dating, he drove a Jeep. We’d drive around Cincinnati worry-free (or at least it seems like that now that I look back on it), Paul teaching me the appropriate hand signals to offer other Jeep drivers, while I soaked in Cincinnati, trying to discern if this could really become my forever home. He didn’t think I was paying attention then, but I was (at least a little bit). Then the engagement happened, and Paul bought a used Ford truck from my dad’s company (maybe that would win him over?), and I had to learn the appropriate hand signals to offer other truck drivers. He didn’t think I was paying attention then, either, and he’s probably right– I was planning a wedding!! Either way, after thirteen years of lessons, I think I might have it down.IMG_E0122.JPG

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Four little pumpkinheads

Somehow we managed to fit pumpkin carving into our chaotic schedule this weekend after a bunch of soccer tournament games and the Oldest Ginger’s team making it to state. Whoo hoo!!

Baby Talk

This started as a sweet conversation on our way home from preschool and ended, well…

Jack: I wish we could have another baby.
Me: Aww, Jack, that’s awesome that you want another baby in the family.
Jack: Yeah, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to pray for one.
Me: Why?
Jack: Well, if I pray for a baby, then the baby would grow in MY belly. So maybe you should pray for one.
Me: Hmmm…
Jack: I mean, my belly isn’t big enough to have a baby, but yours is!