pumpkins, check.

no one loves the pumpkin patch as much as i do.
(except maybe my sister. she took sofia three times, no joke.)
but, goats. they loved the goats.

adventures of the kinderbeaner and her big brother.

kindergarten is a whole new, wonderful world for her.
so far, her favorite subject is the monkey bars.
she likes cold lunch better than hot.
she spends all evening at the table drawing pictures for her teacher.
or making bead necklaces for her friends.
in the second week, she tied her shoelaces together in music class.
she hasn't done that again.
her brother's friends yell "hi courtney!' to her after school. she loves that.




he gives her all kinds of advice.
you know, the i'm-your-big-brother-don't-let-anyone-talk-to-you-like-that
kind of advice.
he gave her all of his old dr. seuss early readers and his judy moody books.
he ran for student council.
he's done with baseball. a full time swimmer.
has some serious story problem homework. and spelling words.
he wonders how they can expect fourth graders to know all that.
he's busy planning what he's told us might be his last halloween costume.
you know, since he's ten now.



we've never seen her be so proud of anything in her whole life.
her new pink bike with the white basket to put her baby in
and the fancy ribbons and the big white tires without training wheels.
andy promised her a bigger, girlier bike as soon as she learned to ride
hayden's tiny yellow bee bike. so one day, she did.