Deja Vu

If you have spare time, go back here and you will find that all this has been done before.

Warning: This Post Contains Big Hair

While we were in the mother land I tried to plug my hair straightener in with out the correct converter and it bit the dust. I know all you faithful readers want to here about my cute Little (specifically Cousin Jill and no doubt Grandma) but all I can think about is how big my hair is getting with out it. I'm pretty sure that is a intentional display of my vanity, but there you go, I sometimes am vain.
Last week was basic to be quite honest and although we did attend our first MOPS meeting nothing else monumental happened. Unless of course you count getting a cold from our first MOPS meeting. I spent most of the week just trying to catcht up with something. I suppose it was life I was trying to catch, but it seems we are always chasing life here at our house and rarely, if ever, catch up with it.
So instead of running after the impossible and ever looming responsibilities we abandoned them and took an impromptu trip to the mountains. It just so happened that the mountains we escaped to were the very ones my sister and her little family live in, and as if our escape wasn't already exciting enough, Babette and G-Daddy were there also.
It was cold and rainy all weekend, but that didn't stop us from taking in autumn and all it has to offer us.
Stunning....just stunning.

Edit: Nothing exciting happened except getting her head stuck in a bib...why would I help her when I could take a picture of her gettin frustrated

In your spare time google "Bridge Day" and you will find out that crazy people hurl themselves off this 900 ft high bridge. Kevo and Matt went to watch, and if you know my husband you know he has hopes of taking part in the hurling next year! JK, but he does want US to repel off it! Seriously?

This is the bridge...it is astonishingly high

Kev and Libs checking out the big, tall, crazy bridge

Dear fall, we love when you come around.

Here is my sister...just in case you couldn't tell

and here are our babies...mine looks like a Fraggle

Here they are again looking very much like dessert to me...scrumptious.

It is beautiful where my sister lives, it seems very untouched by most of the world. Even though it was a quick trip, the fresh air and red leaves served us well. We can't wait to go back.
So on that note, where ever you find yourself today, put on a sweater and have a pumpkin spice latte and escape life if only for the 20 minutes it takes to finish your latte, which taste like autumn in a cup.

Pictures Are Better Than Words

The Front Porch

Remember this girl that slept so sweet amongst the pumpkins and the mums,How did this happen?



Sigh...
wipe tear and try not to blink.

Fading

Just like that, summer is gone and we are slowly fading into fall. The tops of the trees are turning red and gold, the garden is done blooming and the morning chill has forced Mr. Jones to break out the full length spandex for his ride to work (lucky for me! :)As much as it pains me to post something other than England pictures, we are finally back into life here. We have been enjoying days filled with blues skies and trips to the dog park with Gus. We've bought pumpkins for the porch and stood in awe of pumpkins at the fair. We went to the doctors, got shot, but managed after a 31/2 hour nap to get over it...

Here is the Little with her the pumpkin she pickedShe loves it and plays with it every time we go outside

Love that face, love that girl really

Daddy and Libby at the fair sharing an apple dumpling...not as good as yours Babs, but it will fill the void until Thanksgiving

Me and Libs...I wish she were out of her chair, but taking her out and putting in has recently become quite the ordeal....

Libby and a GIGANTIC pumpkin

Libby and a GIGANTIC watermelon

A GIGANTIC Pumpkin...the one next to it was over 1000 lbs...wow! I love state fairs!

This is to prove that she made it through the shots
See, she is just fine, and despite the woman at the grocery store that refereed to her as husky boy, she is average size for a little girl in the first year of her life. Seriously, she was wearing pink, and look at her face. I think she's pretty, but then again, I am her mom.
Crazy grocery lady.

If I Were A Grandma

If I were a Grandma,

We would always have fun.We would spend all our time

Playing games in the sun.

We would never be sad

'Cause we'd know in our hearts

That Grandma can fix

Any problem with tarts

And even if you,

Should happen to be,The slightest bit cross

That'd be okay with me'Cause I'd be the Grandma

Come push, or come shove

And Grandma's main job

Is to show little ones love

So don't ever worry

And remember just thisThat your Grandma loves you

Here's a hug and a kiss!

Thanks for a great holiday.
We miss you so much!

One Last Look

If I close my eyes, I can still feel the salt air on my face, hear the distant crash of the sea(although this could be Libby's sound machine), and see the Cornish coast line in all its beauty.
If I open my eyes, we are back home, minus the part of the equation that makes we three whole, but never mind about that, this post is about seeing that place one more time until our next holiday.
On our last day in Cornwall, we visited a place that fairy tales are made of, and while no swords were pulled from stones on this day, we marveled at the Majesty of Creation just the same. This place is called Tintagel and is said to be the birth place of King Arthur and the home of Merlin the Magician's cave.

These pictures don't do it justice, but you must walk down then walk back up to get to the castle ruins. I didn't start counting until the end and I still got up to nearly 300 steps. This is the way down.

And this is the way up...straight up, though you can't tell here. It was really a good plan, building your castle fortress on a rocky island that is surrounded by jagged cliffs.

Kev and Liberty Rose at the first castle arch

Family shot #86So close to the edge

It made me laugh how she just dangled there.
Family shot #302Here we are at the castle entrance before the long walk down to the tea rooms.

Hello mocha, I've missed you so much

Until next time pretty place, something about you takes my breath away. I'll miss you while we are gone.