Grandma, Helen and I went to the botanical gardens on Sunday.
Gourdy, one of the scarecrows on exhibit, fascinated Helen.
Lovin' life slidin' down the slide.
And picking up gourd after gourd.
Grandma, Helen and I went to the botanical gardens on Sunday.
Gourdy, one of the scarecrows on exhibit, fascinated Helen.
Lovin' life slidin' down the slide.
And picking up gourd after gourd.
Run run run to see the Henry Moore sculptures. They will be gone by November. :-(
Helen and Daniella with the pumpkins.
This is one example of a scarecrow on exhibit in honor of Halloween. Most exhibits were of more typical scarecrows and some were off-the-wall like this one. This one reminded me of Aunt Jane's Halloween costume circa 1999 that she told us about (didn't you go as a Y2K disaster that year, Jane?) :-)
All the sudden, Helen's hair is crazy again. Here she is, freshly awoken Monday morning with the windswept, Farrah Fawcett look.
Spending some quality time with our crazy big Richard Scarry book. Helen has a thing for bulldozers and front-loaders at the moment, and there's a page that fits the bill.
I just love these black leggings.
Yesterday I noticed she's trying to stack blocks on her own (instead of just wanting to knock them down).

I think she may have been switched at birth. She doesn't look like me at all. ;-)
Helen is finding her "voice" a lot more lately. When she is not in agreement with the menu selected for her, she has been dropping the food on the floor (sometimes shaking it in her hand, and then dropping or flinging - so at least we have a warning system in place). The only way I can get her to eat vegetables is to let her spoon feed herself the pureed baby food kind, but I think she's on to me with that one. I turned my back to continue her dinner preparations and turned around to see this mess she created with garden vegetable medley. I gave her a peanut butter and honey sandwich, which she also proceeded to pick apart and throw on the floor. Then, in desperation, we made her a piece of salmon which she ate voraciously. She's all about the protein in the last week. Anyway... I'm sure there will be much more food flinging in our future... Good thing she's cute.
We went for a ride up north on a beautiful day to visit an apple orchard or two and stumbled on this pumpkin patch. We didn't go home with a 40-pounder, but maybe next year.
As usual, it was the mulch that captivated Helen.

Not sure what was going on here. Maybe the pumpkins looked like pillows to her - this is something she frequently does to all things pillowy.