My Day Begins When Your Life Ends

The title has absolutely NOTHING to do with the post.  It just happens to be on one of my most favorite {pink} forensics T-shirts from Los Angeles.  Instead, this is just the typical "cute kids in fall colors and overalls" post.  So if you are all "cuted" out, then feel free to close your browser.  You won't offend me.  And I have pumpkin/kid photos to put up soon, so be sure to skip over that one as well if cuteness makes you ill.   And then you can walk into an empty well since you clearly have no soul, and then the title WOULD be appropriate...  I kid, I kid.

Hurricane Sandy coming into town... Hurricane Dakota is always here, but we are actively working on that.

 This little helper reminds me to clean and mop quite often.  Accountability goes a long way.  And she even volunteers for the grubby jobs like cleaning behind the toilet.  Fine by me.

Dakota has adopted this nursing stool as his own personal reading chair.  He has (finally) become a walker, and this was an earlier attempt...

 1. Drop the book and dismount from the stool.

 2. Straighten that back and throw the legs forward.

 3. Take 3 small steps and then come in for a landing.

4. Make a pouty face for the "earlier than expected" arrival of tushy meeting the floor. Clearly he had higher expectations for this little jaunt.