Word.

Here we are again with another overdue post. I think this may be the last flea market event I participate in. It's so much work! Too much, actually. Especially in the fall when I feel shitty anyway. I took a deep breath a week and a half ago and said to myself: get through the next two weeks and you'll be fine. I have a few more days.

September weather has been exquisite as it always is. We've had thunder storms and lightning shows and lots of warm afternoon sun in between. We are recovering from the sniffles that I'm betting were brought home from preschool. I'm already anxious about next year in real school with all the germs.

Morg and Danny picked out Berenstain Bears dvds a few weeks ago at Walmart and they've been playing constantly ever since. It's a nice break from Caillou, plus it nods to our childhood days (both mine and Mr. Keller's).

Morg is all questions these days. He asks me (at least) five thousand a day, most of which I don't have the answer to. It sucks the energy right out from me, but boy, am I grateful at how hungry he is. Today his primary teacher told me how smart he is. It's true. And mature. He's so in tune with other people and with me. Because we are soulmates and that is the way it has always been. The other day we were driving out south of town and he asked me if Bilbo Baggins lived in the big mountain in front of us. I told him yes. See? Soulmates. He also asked me the other day if Jesus is all-powerful like Darth Vadar, Darth Maul and that bad guy from Toy Story. I thought I would die. He's so obsessed with planets and the solar system. He has the planets and their line-up memorized, along with all twenty five pages of his little space book we got at D.I. the other day. Memorized. Word for word.

Danny is still our fat little fart and we love him. He takes his clothes (and diaper) off whenever he gets the chance. Yesterday morning, he was playing in the backyard and came running inside (naked, mind you), to tell me he saw a mushroom (we get lots of them in the backyard since we irrigate so much). Well, as it turns out, it wasn't a mushroom. It was something else that was brown and had a similar shape. Go ahead and take a guess. Thankfully, no one stepped in it and it was an easy clean up. No big deal (kind of). Living the glamorous life over here.

Danny loves singing Rock-a-bye (a version I made up a long time ago when Morg was a baby), Itsy Bitsy Spider and the Berenstain Bears theme song. He's also saying "I love you, too" now whenever we say it to him and he said, "I miss you" to grandma on the phone today all on his own accord. He's so big, but I still cherish those glimpses of baby I get to see when he's sleeping. I know these glimpses will dwindle and disappear entirely before I know it, so I keep squeezing his squishy legs every night as we rock him to sleep. He is hysterical to us. Truly hysterical. I find that Morgan and I are often laughing at the same time about the same things that Danny says or does. He is truly full of it, which is just what we need. A Danny boy to make us all laugh until we cry (and/or drive us crazy while doing it). We love our funny, naughty, edible, entertaining Danny boy.

Mom had a birthday last weekend, right after papa's and on Monday, Mr. Keller will be turning the big three-zero, which is pretty much old-man status. Hunting season is also in full-swing, but we've had no luck just yet. The major upswing for practically being a widow is that it's also beard season, which is my very favorite time of year.

As for me, I'm in the food storage zone. All of the sudden, it's weighing fiercely upon me and I know there is a reason for it so it won't be procrastinated any longer. I'm just so awful at rotating. I'm so wasteful as it is with normal food in our fridge. I'm vowing to make a change, even though I know it's destined to be slow.

Here's a few pictures from the last few weeks. Happy September! Soon Mr. Keller will be building evening fires and covering me with two and three extra blankets each night. When you dread the coming months of winter, you must count on the cozy things to get you through. Me, I've been counting for a few weeks now.

Anyway...

//first day of preschool, a yellow/yellow coincidence//

//a little two year-old mouse got into the cheese//

//Morg and his new planet puzzle surprise he got for being brave and trying new things (preschool).//

//ham//

//afternoon popcorn and "B. Bears"//

//Big milestone! First time parking in an actual garage in our entire married life!//

//old blue eyes//

//He was running around the house saying, "Minele" (smile)//

//This boy//

//late evening sun//

//Dannyelle making her appearance again...little fart got a hold of my mascara//

//morning sun//

//usual afternoon attire//

//pair of chicklett teeth that I love so dearly//

//a surprise Danny picked out for Morg while he was at preschool//

//"Selfie" is the most annoying word ever, but here you go. Date night. I actually got dressed! I mean, I actually got dressed!!! Mr. Keller was blessed with a bonus at work so he took me to Red Lobster where I, of course, had chicken. And ten biscuits, potato soup, salad and caramel cheesecake. And popcorn at the movies afterwards. It was lovely.//

//let the beloved autumnal City Creek days begin//

//we went Sunday, and this morning, as well; just the boys and I.//

//and both boys came back with stick souvenirs. 

both pairs of eyes were poked during the fifteen minute drive home.//

//the first yellow tree on the hill!//

//new sweats//

//the prettiest pink sky//

 //me, capturing my pretty (and highly uncomfortable) couch as I sit on my comfy chair on the other side of the room. (dang.)//

//and herrrrrrrrr. finally growing. for mr. keller//