Because I am a fan of the "Ber" months too.

Yes, it is true that I am on the "I love pumpkin everything" train.



Bits of pieces of our life since my last post:





If you remember from a blog post from earlier this year... I told you guys about how my friend Amy and I set a goal to visit all the local places to eat in Chittenango in 2017. I think this place was one of my favorites - Demarios. :)






















































Have you ever spotted these at Aldi? I also tried the Asian salad... Both are SO good and I could eat them for every meal of the day! Seriously.



The night before the kids "official" first day of the school year - I noticed their Bible story book was opened to this page -


Writing letters for the kids for their first day




Before Liam woke up






























A poem by Josie -










Waiting for Mema and Grandpa V


Ashton has started going to a monthly Pokemon gaming group at the library and he has also had a couple friends over to start his own group at home. These kids just LOVE Pokemon!


I just loved this.



"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest."
Robert Montgomery



That about does it for me for today! For some final thoughts -

Liam DOES NOT like skipping... especially if he is told to start skipping during soccer.

I hope Target has the Halloween colored orange milk ...It's important to me that it does.

The kids get to start their theater class on Monday!

Ashton has decided to try piano this year and Josie would like to learn how to play the guitar and ukulele. ...Does anyone have a ukulele laying around?! hehe.

How lucky are we that September is here?!



I love you all. I am thinking of you.  
xoxo, jessie




A poem Josie had for reading that I just love:

When the Frost is On the Punkin

by
James Whitcomb Riley

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and the gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin'; of the guineys and the cluckin' of the hens
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O it's then the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

They's somethin kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here -
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny monring of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock -
When the frost is on the punkin and fodder's in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries - kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A preachin' sermons to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below - the clover overhead! -
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage, too!
I don't know how to tell it - but if sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me -
I'd want to 'commodate 'em - all the whole-indurin' flock -
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!