Yesterday I finally broke down and let Paddycakes gather all the leaves up. I love fall and didn’t want them to be raked up because I love the sound of them crunching below my feet. But it looked like the neighbors might come after us if we didn’t rake, so he went at it. Isn’t he a good man? He called me out and suggested we play in the leaves. We forgot that we weren’t 8 years old and in fact, it hurts when you slam into the ground. Leaves aren’t exactly soft.

Isn’t he totally a Normal Rockwell painting? He’s such a throwback. I like him that way.

You must click to enlarge this and see the gloriousness of this collage. I’m particularly fond of my jump on the middle right. I wasn’t quite as willing to make the jumps Patrick was making. He’s just a tad sore today. I can’t imagine why.

How cute is that. (spoken in my best Meg Ryan voice from You’ve Got Mail)

I force him to make stupid faces. He’s really not as ridiculous as he’s been depicted the last couple days.

I, on the other hand, am that ridiculous. But aren’t I so sexy? I know you want to hire this to shoot your wedding. Don’t deny it.