// we slept late and blamed it on the flannel sheets
// we made roasted pistachio granola for breakfast
// we wore ponytails and painted pretty leaves on bare tree branches
// we made soup. For the eighth Sunday in a row, I swear. I can't help myself. This week was beef and barley and it was hearty and healthy, and the perfect match with a loaf of brown crusty bread.
// we baked bread. Banana with chocolate chip and it was SO GOOD.
// we unwrapped brand new shutterfly books and got lost in their crisp colorful pages
// we visited a fall family market and ooh'ed and aah'ed over the diversity of pumpkins just waiting to come home with us. Gourds that reminded us of minion heads and sage green pumpkins that became perfect decor on our window bench. Cruz pushed the wheelbarrow all by himself and Mila rearranged all the pumpkin displays just her way.
// and afterwards, while the soup simmered on the stove top, I found just the home for our newest fall treasures
// we took sink baths and watched Dora on the iPad
// we watched movies about witches, great pumpkins, and friendly ghosts