My mom bought Indy his first pumpkin for Halloween. We haven't carved it yet, we will do that tomorrow. Chris drew a silly face on it, and we let Indiana roll around with it, and drool on it a little just to make sure it was his!
Although this isn't the "best" picture of Chris, I must comment. I have been killing myself doing pilates nightly. I must be the only person to sprain an ankle doing it, but there it is. I sweat. I swear. I work hard at keeping up and learning to like this horrible 20 minute nightly torture session. I have yet to lose any weight, but I keep doggedly at it. Chris comes to me this morning and blithely informs me (while munching on a chocolate square in one hand and gulping down a coca-cola in the other)... "Hey Hun, my pants are getting too big! lookie what I can do!" (and proceeds to pull off his jeans without unbuttoning or unzipping them) The big jerk. He does no exercise, lives at Burger King for lunch, and HE LOSES 5 pounds. I wonder if that is a cause for justifiable homicide?