Fort building with Auntie Jasi.
We call this look "Rambo baby." Don't even ask me what that is on the front of her shirt. Let's just say, we took a much needed bath that night.
Britta was very helpful in the pumpkin carving department. At one point I looked over and she was wielding a butcher knife--not my proudest parenting moment.
My little Halloween chicken. Her bucket was so full of candy she had to drag it on the ground behind her.
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