Oops...I missed a season. And why I hate walnut trees

Well, I have officially missed documenting the season of Fall.  Now I have to give you the details in a nutshell...which, speaking of nutshells...we have a few in our life.

Our yard has three HUGE walnut trees that somehow we just glossed over as we considered this house to move into. A tip: if you find walnut trees in the yard of the house you might move into...please consider walking away. quickly. "Oh...it'll be no big deal," we thought whimsically to ourselves as we toured the house.  And, actually, last year was a good ease into life with our walnut trees.  "This isn't so bad," I'd say to Kory. Apparently they are cyclical trees...producing walnuts on a three year cycle. Last year: Few walnuts. This year: the mother load of all walnuts.  I kid you not that I was afraid to take my children outside for a few weeks for fear they might be hit on the head with a large green "ball" as Hazel calls them..suffering a major concussion or worse.  When the softest wind would blow through the trees they would pound the roof like we were in a war zone. I almost sprain an ankle every time I take the girls to the back yard.

We are trying to sell our car (sniffle, and more on that later), and the dealer who was looking to buy it says that it has some hail damage.  I refrained from explaining that is wasn't hail but large nuts falling from our trees. I just nodded in agreement with him.

You think I'm being dramatic.
I am.
But it's all true.

So, what do you do with a million walnuts.  If you were smart, you'd sell them. Do I have the time for this?
No.
So, we create games out of picking them up.  Seeing as I have an enormous belly right now, I am happy to have McLean help me, ever so slow as the process may be for rolling them down her slide into a bucket one by one.  Hazel is actually a lot of help too, as she is super into putting things INTO other things (like herself into anything that she will fit in. Again, more on this later).
Sooo, anyway.
What else were we busy with this Fall? Well, here you go...a Seaon in pictures.

HAZEL'S HAIR FINALLY FIT INTO PIGTAILS.
 LOOK CLOSE. THEY'RE THERE.

WE CELEBRATED MAC'S 4TH BIRTHDAY...WITH AN
OVERLY FROSTED COOKIE CAKE AND HER COUSINS.
IT'S WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU TURN 4... AND YOUR
MOM IS PREGNANT. SORRY BABE...NEXT YEAR IT'S A
NON-PROCESSED HOMEMADE
TREAT FOR YOU..
AND MAYBE EVEN A BIG PARTY.

TRIED CATCHING SOME "HOPPERS" AT THE RED BARN FARM IN WESTON.
AND AS SCARED OF BUGS AS MCLEAN CLAIMS SHE IS, THIS WAS GREAT FUN FOR HER.

TOOK GREAT NAPS

PICKED THE PERFECT PUMPKIN

GOT A HAIRCUT...FROM DAD

AND KISSES FROM MOM

DRIED SOME HERBS

ATE LOTS OF CANDY AND LOOKED REALLY CUTE

Whew.  It's gone so fast...it always does.  

And I still need to document the story of Hazel falling down our laundry shoot....oh, and my ER visit.

Wait, I guess I just did. Yes, she fell down our laundry shoot. Didn't cry. Just was a little bewildered. I ran downstairs to rescue her and she just had a deer in the headlights look.  Later that weekend I also went to the ER because I couldn't walk. Like, I got stuck down in our basement because I couldn't lift my leg up to walk up the stairs. 

It went like this:

Couldn't function.

Went to Urgent care.

They said, H no, you are too preggers to help (say what?!)

Went to the Er.

They put me in a wheel chair .

Got admitted to labor and delivery to make sure I wasn't in labor. (I'm not. my back hurts).

Was super dehydrated.

Got an IV and meds.

Spent the day with silence and my hubby.

Read people magazine in peace and Kory watched a football game.

Went back home to reality.

 

Whelp...there ya go. I suppose that really is the Fall in a nutshell....this little boy in coming into rock our world in a couple of weeks and he has yet to get an official name.  Poor guy. He doesn't even know what's coming. I'll get a little more serious next post and let you into my thoughts on life lately...things like control issues sin and Jesus. Good stuff like that.

Until next time...