October it is.

 I love October.  Back in San Diego, October meant another month of tiresome heat paired with warm Santa Ana winds.  With the a/c running, my summer wardrobe still in full swing, and only a handful of trees turning color, it was hard to tap into the traditions of Fall.  In the midwest, October is the month that bridges the rituals of summer with those of colder days.  You drink the last of your stash of summer brews after picking apples from a local tree.  As I write this, I am nibbling on freshly baked pumpkin bread.  The leaves are turning before our eyes and we're enjoying the last days of warmth and sun and shoes with no socks.  On this particular beautiful 2nd day of October, we headed out to 'the farm' for a Whiskey Farm rehearsal and family potluck.  We stuff our faces with comfort food while the kids mill about, guitars get strung, and harmonies sorted.  It is a few hours of the simplest of pleasures as we reflect on another summer's passing and completely ignore that after glorious fall comes...

If you look closely you'll notice Veda has been testing the strength of her forehead against various hard surfaces.

Clearly, this girl is ready to rock.

VP is loving this new bipedal method of exploring the world.

Growth spurt means new clothes.  Fun for all (well, at least fun for mama anyway.)

Fun with sun.

I'm with the band.

The dog is with the band too.

In the world of frenetic toddlering, finding time for food can be a tricky task.  These organic food pouches are the saving grace when sitting down for lunch is just too much to ask.

This girl likes her some honey grahams.

I suppose a break must be taken at some point.

Chris being swarmed by the little ones, including dog.