Mason was in his cowboy costume once again...in fact, it may have triggered some type of identity crisis, as he now insists on being called a cowboy, as in, "I'm not a little boy, I'm a cowboy." A few weeks ago he corrected someone in a similar way by telling them, "I'm not a little boy, I'm a man."
We had an unseasonably warm October, and I had been waiting for an opportunity for Roper to wear this sweet pumpkin sweater, which Mason wore last year. Last Friday night was finally cool enough for a sweater, and I knew Ro would have more opportunities to be a little indian over the weekend.

And now we know that our double stroller can actually accommodate three children. :)
Spidey was cracking me up with his web-throwing skills...the cowboy left his guns at home, otherwise there would be no zoo animals left.




The bigger boys roasted some marshmallows...

And the little pumpkin ate the marshmallows...

I think Jude really wanted to ride in our stroller with the other children, but of course it was beyond maximum capacity. But this ride made up for it...


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