Perhaps the last noteworthy happening of September was saying goodbye to Brandon's little pick-up truck which he loved and hated and loved and hated and purchasing what he and the kids have officially nicknamed "the pickle." I pretty much hate the pickle because well it's big and green and there is no place to park it, but I also secretly love that they all get so much enjoyment out of it. Hearing Hazel excitedly yell "pickle, pickle, pickle please" when Daddy says they are going for a ride is pretty entertaining as is watching all of their heads sway back and forth as I follow them to the dairy on Sunday afternoons. They love the pickle, what can I say?
Yes the Pickle is up on the front lawn falling a tree.
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