{ group effort }

Ty is [finally] home.

The turkey has been eaten.

The Christmas tree has been slayed (and decorated).

It's the most wonderful time of the year.

{ movember mustaches }

A good friend recently made a cookie request I couldn't refuse -- goodies to help him kick off mustache season at work -- aka "Movember."

As described by the official Movember website:

During November each year, Movember is responsible for the sprouting of moustaches on thousands of men’s faces, in the US and around the world. With their Mo’s, these men raise vital funds and awareness for men’s health, specifically prostate cancer and other cancers that affect men....


Mo Bros effectively become walking, talking billboards for the 30 days of November. Through their actions and words they raise awareness by prompting private and public conversation around the often ignored issue of men’s health. 

Considering the subject matter, I thought cookies-on-a-stick would be the perfect way to package these "hairy" morsels of butter and sugar.

{ my little monsters }

 Halloween, 2011.

{ october snow }

A rare October snow blanketed us this weekend. There was something especially festive about seeing the brightly-colored autumn leaves and Halloween decorations splashed against all the fresh snow around town -- quite a sight.

I love living in New England.

{ haunted cookies }

Spooky sweets for some little goblins (aka, kindergartners).

Happy Halloween, friends! Eat, drink, and make scary.

{ leaves & pumpkins }

Funky foliage and perky pumpkins.

{ sugar skulls }

Some Halloween, mixed with some Dia de los Muertos.

These were super fun to make!

{ 100 crosses }

(actually, 117)

On their way to Palmer Episcopal Church in Houston, Texas.

{ pumpkin land }

Pumpkin Land in Mechanic Falls, Maine.

Last year when we made the same trek, Paige was only a few weeks old and swaddled in blankets. This year, she was climbing on pumpkins, toddling through the corn maze, and petting the animals in the barn.

Aidan, as he did last year, took the most direct route straight to the vintage fire truck that was parked on the edge of the farm.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.