9/26.

I sank into bed late Sunday night and sighed. I’m so glad I made it through these last two weeks. Hunting is (mostly) behind us, and although that makes Mr. Keller a little sad, I’m just glad we survived. Whenever he’s gone, I always think to myself, hats off to you single parents and parents who have spouses that work nights. Flying solo is *not* fun. I’m so glad we waited to have our littles until school was behind us, or else I would’ve died, probably.

The flea market went well, and although I tend to panic for a good two weeks before the actual event, it always turns out just fine. The boys loved having Kricket here and kept her on her toes. We love her and miss her already.

This week we’ve been relaxing, cooking, snuggling and not getting dressed unless we’ve had to. My DoTERRA shipment came and I’ve been enjoying getting to know my new best friends for the winter time. It’s chilly this week and I’m looking forward to evening fires here soon.

Kricket brought the boys real light sabers and it’s been like the most exciting thing to have ever happened around here. Morg uses his like a Master Jedi and Danny uses his like a vacuum. They go into Danny’s room, shut the lights off and play together. Morg’s been looking at PB Kids Halloween catalog trying to figure out what to be for Halloween. Some sort of pair that he and his sidekick can be together, I think. We’ll see!  

Morg’s been coloring pictures of the galaxy and Danny’s been really into snuggling lately. He gets his blankey and passey and comes running full speed into my arms (or legs, if I’m not braced and ready), saying, “Snuggle! Snuggle!”. He’s the best snuggle-boy around, so I take full advantage of this. It doesn’t last for long (twenty seconds, maybe), and then he’s off. I love my Sugar boy.

Mr. Keller turned thirty on Monday. Sunday afternoon, I surprised him with a quick trip down to Logan for a Sunday dinner of all his favorites cooked by his mom. I told him we were going on a drive to Inkom, but we kept on driving until he asked where we were going. She cooked manicotti and raspberry pie and chocolate cake. It was perfect. Monday, the boys and I made orange chicken and chocolate cake, which has always been his birthday favorites since we were first married. As I was cooking, I was thinking how strange it is to realize that somehow things just turn into tradition sometimes. Morg is almost five and I was making this for Mr. Keller way before he was born. Happy birthday, my sweet old man. I love you so. 

//Beautiful pears//

//Preschool art, love.//

//Waiting for our big birthday boy to come home so we could hide behind the couch and say 'surprise!'//

//Never was a girl more excited about pretty new shingles on a roof.//

//Have I ever shown you my door? I'm pretty much in love.//

//Knights at night. No Vadar here.// 

 //Spent our life savings on these little guys. Ask Mr. Keller, I'm not kidding.//

//Dinner time//

//Morg's room//

//Pretty pale pumpkins// 

//Homemade cheddar vegetable chowder// 

//And last but not least, true love looks something like this//

When my helper fell through, Mr. Keller surprised me and came home early from his hunting trip to help me both days a the flea market. The first few hours of the sale are always so crazy-busy, it was so nice to look over and see him right there ready to help. This one is so good to me.