We love our little chicken, which is either pronounced 'kiken' or 'kitchen,' it just depends.Ron took her out trick-or-treating, which is pretty hard core, considering it is currently twenty-eight degrees outside. Ron was embarassed because they finally started just asking what he wanted, since clearly Alla wasn't that interested in the candy.
She was real interested when she came home, however, probably moreso in the shiny packages than anything, considering she didn't even know that they were packages that could therefore open. Like pens or toys or kitchen utensils, she double-fisted the candy, holding three smarties in one hand and her Twix and sucker in the other, all through dinner even. She would not let go.
After dinner we let her choose a piece to eat (luckily no one else in the neighborhood is handing out full-sized candy bars, or we'd have been in trouble since she'd more than likely have chosen the biggest one to eat). She chose the Twix. Her first piece of candy. Milestones.
Happy Halloween, friends!








So we hit up another farm. I tell you, these Minnesotans really know how to have a good time. Especially when it comes to kids. This pumpkin experience was like no other. When was the last time you saw a pumpkin cannon? Or had a llama let you (he practically asked me to) take his picture? [yes i do have a photo of a llama that i've been trying to add here all night]










Such a fun morning that she didn't even make it the half-mile back to the highway before crashing.

