This morning...

the girls snuck into our bed after Taber had left for work. Well, more accurately, Isabelle snuck into bed with me. Eliza prefers the couch, which is also in our bedroom. So, Eliza settled in on the couch and all three of us fell back asleep.

We were all awoken a little while later by my cell phone's text message alert. Isabelle heard it and said,

"Mommy, your ring is phoning."

Classic.

Pumpkin Patch 2009

Saturday, we went in search of the perfect pumpkin. We had to search (drive) far and wide for it, but we came home victorious. The weather was very fall-esque (read: cold and windy), but we had a great time as a family taking part in this quintessential autumn ritual.

Pre-feeding

It took some coaxing to get Eliza to let the goats eat out of her hand. At first she would just throw the food into the pen and hope the animals found it, but then daddy showed her the ropes and we got this...

Post-feeding

This shot is priceless - the animals' tongues tickled the girls hands as they ate which sent the girls into fits of laughter.

Mommy and the girls by another animal pen

Eliza atop a giant pumpkin. Kids were allowed to climb all over the pumpkin piles here, which made for dirty pumpkins, but happy kids.

Seriously? Both girls' eyes closed? Come on! I must've spent half the trip begging and pleading for these two darlings to look, smile, say cheese, sit still...and still this is all I got. Oh well, at least Taber can follow directions.

We ended up with one giant family pumpkin that weighed 36 lbs., one baby orange pumpkin for Isabelle and one teeny tiny white pumpkin for Eliza. I couldn't find my perfect pumpkin, so I'm settling for some of the smaller, homegrown variety. While Carmichael's Pumpkin Patch (171st & Mingo, in Bixby, OK) was decent, it made me miss the one we would go to as a family each year at the Big Red Barn in Santaquin, UT. For you Utah folks, go visit this pumpkin patch. And while you're there, if you wouldn't mind, take a hayride, enjoy the view, and find the perfect pumpkin for me.

Swimming class

We signed the girls up for swimming classes at the YMCA this fall. It's a 4 week program with 2 classes a week.

Their teacher's name is Mr. Mike. This is Eliza here - she wouldn't let go of Mr. Mike's arm - I was by the side of the pool as they were practicing and overheard him trying to reassure her that she would be okay and he wouldn't let go of her. She seemed a bit apprehensive about everything except for holding onto the pool wall. Isabelle on the other hand was quite adventurous. I would've never pictured their personalities developing this way.

Here they are after class was over. They were disappointed they couldn't stay and play. Another mom there asked me halfway through class if they were twins. A common question. I didn't think to ask her the same thing. I found out after class was over that the three other kids in the class were triplet girls...two identical, one fraternal. Their mom's name? Kim.

Weird.

One of the most exciting things about having the girls in this class for me is that I get to see them being independent, relying on another adult for instruction and growth, and socializing on their own with other kids. I know a lot of parents get sad as they see their children grow up, but the dominating emotion I'm feeling is excitement and anticipation at seeing each of them grow and develop into their own person.

Fun at the Fair

Friday night found us at the Tulsa State Fair. Taber was busy working so we went with one of my friends, Amberlyn, and her son Hunter. We had such a great time, despite the chilly weather, riding rides and eating fair food! Here are the highlights:

This was Eliza's favorite ride by far.
She had them spinning really fast.

I was scared to death on this one - not for me, but for my little (usually wiggly) 3-year-old in the swing in front of me. I was so worried that she would slip right out of the swing. I kept shrieking at Eliza, "Hold on, Hold oooonn!"

Can you understand my concern?

The only thing between her and the cement was one small rod in between her legs. But to my surprise, the girls seemed to really enjoy this ride. I was worried they would get up in the air and flip out. Instead, when we started swinging, they started giggling with delight. I'm glad I got to share it with them.

We saved the best for last. All five of us went up in the Ferris Wheel. This was a personal request.

Amberlyn and her sweet son Hunter