These past two weekends have been filled with pumpkins galore! Two weeks ago we made our annual trip with the Woelper's do let the kids go crazy and feast on apple cider donuts. We started going to the pumpkin patch when the girls were 4 months old. Cue the tears.
Whyyyy?! Why must they grow?!
We had a blast and the weather was beautiful. And I consumed way too many donuts.
Like a shameful amount.
I will never get enough of men wearing babies.
These girls. Keep getting better even though we tell them to stop it.
This little one has been attached at the hip lately and I am soaking it up. I feel like she's been needing a little more attention lately and it makes me sad on the times when I can't give it to her. I always make it up to her by cuddling with her at night after her sisters are asleep and it's one of my favorite times of the day. I remember being pregnant with Hazel and I couldn't hold her and cuddle her at night like she likes and it broke my heart. And she will always say to me "Member when Hazel was in your belly and you couldn't cuddle?" and it breaks my mama heart.
When your legs are too short, you call for Daddy.
This is what happens when you ask for a picture with Mommy. "MOMMY THE SUN OH MY GOD MY EYES CAN WE NOT?!"
But ask for a picture with Daddy? "I LOVE YOU DADDY, I DON'T CARE IF THE SUN BURNS MY RETINAS, LOOK HOW CUTE WE ARE!"
Girl mom. I can make them look cute, but my GOD do they love their Daddy.