She might break my kneecaps

I may have been threatened recently *cough grandma cough* by my lack of posting. All I have to say for myself is that, well, I'm trying to find new daycare for my children, and for people who can handle things like this and have good "coping skills", this may not be a big deal. However, I hate change, and when it comes to change that has to do with my children, well, let's just say that I've been trying very hard not to have a complete mental breakdown. I have been succeeding, barely.

In that spirit, here are some pictures from the Bachmann's fall festival. The first two prove that you can not make your children pose in front of a backdrop. I don't know how professional photographers do it.

Exhibit A:

OK, this one is pretty cute.
Exhibit B:

The people really responsible for the making of the scarecrows, Mom and I.

BSB in front of the BSG sized scarecrow. It's hard to help when you are chowing down apples the whole time.

Driver and I went out to the parking lot to load the headless scarecrows in our car, and some people getting out of their car behind us mentioned that it looked pretty suspicious. We told them they didn't see anything. RIGHT?

Is that dirty gross water? I need me some of that.

Driver says I dress BSG like she's running for preschool class president. I think it's cute. Please ignore that the only decent pic I could take that morning is in the bathroom.

She's outta' here. Time to talk with her classmates about the issues facing preschoolers in these troubled times.