Daddy's Little Girl...Twisted

Like most, every Halloween, it is a tradition to gather around the kitchen table and carve pumpkins. Only, in the Clark house, we have one simple rule...No stencils.

Through the years, some very creative, disgusting

evil,

and twisted ideas

have been the outcome. However, since children, the ideas have become more and more PG rated...appropriately so. We don't need the children asking questions we aren't prepared to answer, nor do we need them in our bed after a nightmare.

So, this year, I was not surprised when the creative, evil, twisted mind that is my husband produced this...

All together now...Awwwwww.

I think someone has her Daddy right where she wants him. Twisted.

Precious Moments

It has been over two weeks since I have posted to this blog. Yes, we have been busy and I can give a dozen excuses. But, tonight, it's not at all important.

When heading to the pumpkin patch, I couldn't help but snap a few pictures, smile, and absorb every precious moment. Time passes too quickly.

The setting.

As usual, they are true to their personalities. He is refusing to let go of Summer. She is embracing leggings, boots, and all things Fall!

Precious moments indeed.

Sending love from Salt Lake

Hi Kids,

This week, your Mama is in beautiful Salt Lake City, Utah. It is a beautiful setting...a city within the mountains. Gorgeous.

Here in the mountains, the sun doesn't rise until later in the morning...half past 7am. The city is clean, and the people are incredibly active...fit...and healthy. I wouldn't expect any less from a city with this many hiking and ski trails to offer.

Your Dad and I came here six years ago to ski Alta and visit our friend, Jackie. We had an awesome time, but the place looks completely different without the snow.

I will be home tomorrow long after the two of you go to bed, and look forward to feeling your warm hugs come Friday morning. Kisses to you both.

Love, Mom.

You know you are getting old when...

I guess I should have seen the signs.

Like the time I asked little Kate, "what's the magic word?" and did not receive "Please." in response. Or, the time I had to explain why there were smile lines growing on my face. Oh, and then there was my self portrait...and attempt at exercise ...

Well, last night it really hit me.

Kate: Mama?

Mom: Just a minute, Kate.

Kate: Mama?

(pause)

Kate: Mama?

Mom: Just a minute, Kate.

Kate: Mama?

Kate: Mama?

Mom: What is it Kate? You sound like a broken record.

Kate: Mama? What is a record?

Yep. Hits you right between the eyes, doesn't it? Old.