I took a bunch of stuff to a consignment joint today and got rid of some of Freya's baby things and brought home some good swag. Freya now has a pink straw cowboy hat, that goes nicely with the secondhand sixth-hand bouncy horse her Grandpa Larry brought her earlier this weekend. Fetching, isn't it?
In the picture above, she's also wearing snowboots. Those would have come in handy on Friday evening, when Boise got it's earliest measurable snow on record--one inch on October 10. I'm so thrilled to have been able to experience history in such a chilly and unwelcome way.
Matt has been very busy with hunting season, but has taken some time to do a little elk hunting here and there. I've applied for that new job I've been talking about all this time--I won't know anything for several more weeks, and even in the best-case scenario wouldn't expect to know whether I'll be getting it until mid to late November. I'm actually undecided as to whether I really want it or not, but I'd have regretted missing an opportunity had I not put in for it.
Anyway, here's Freya attacking Matt just about 15 minutes ago. She missed her nap this afternoon (elective on her part, not on mine), and she's been in rare form.
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