
I must say, this is a cute couple. I didn't have to massage this picture at all. I know I'm opinionated, but they are so made for each other. :) Veronica loves pumpkins of all sizes, even the itty bitty ones.
A family update blog for the Root Family in Marietta, Georgia: Nathan, Jennifer, Veronica and Alexander.
This is a dorky Daddy with a cutie daughter, looking like they are are taunting the poor fat pumpkin soon to be Jack O'Lantern. Veronica LOVES pumpkins. She did last year, she does this year. I forget if she's had pumpkin pie before. Something tells me we are going to have an opportunity to find out if she favors her mommy or daddy...wait a minute...who doesn't like pumpkin pie in these families? Like I said, dorky daddy.
She's been misplacing her cheese a lot lately...saying "cheese" for the camera, that is. She's always making a scrunchy face and looking off away from the camera. Then again, I guess that's what mommy and daddy do when folk try to take their pictures these days. We're getting better, though. She's still awfully cute. She's resting her back on the pumpkin that was destined to be a rockin Jack O'Lantern.


It's official, she's had her first pony ride and daddy's in real trouble now. Jen has been teaching her to beg and plead and burble for a pony. On the way to a store to pick up drinks for my two sweethearts, Veronica pleaded in her most pathetic quibble yet, "Daddy, I want a po-o-o-ny!" Thanks hon, just what I need. ;) Luckily, her Aunt Vickie and cousin Tiffany had given her a "My Little Pony" not long before we took this little day trip. Anyway, she sure was cute. As little as the pony was, I don't think she would have been totally splits on a bigger mule. Her eyes lit up like sprinklers when the pony started to mosey. I guess mommy's did too. Daddy was too busy trying to get in front of them for a decent picture. I'm sure my friends in Montana would love to put her up on a real horse one of these days soon...we'll wait for the weather to warm back up though.

This is a picture from our neighborhood halloween party. You may have to click on the picture to see a larger version, but Veronica isn't really in a straight jacket. She was just very intent upon stripping her shirt off in our neighbor's bouncy thingy...where daddy couldn't crawl in and get to her. That's her boyfriend Evan chasising her for me, telling her "Keep you shirt on, 'Ronica!" Yup, kids are cute when they don't know any better. I just hope I can say it's mommy's problem when she gets old enough to know better! ;) (Kidding)
For fairness, I did find a picture I took of Jen's pumpkin, it's just not a real good picture. I must have had too much coffee that day so I couldn't hold the camera still long enough to get a crisp picture. If you are wondering, you really need to photograph your Jack O'Lanterns without flash to get the right effect. I suppose you could try to mute the flash with tissue or something, but if you go through that trouble, you may as well set up a tripod or use a timer to keep the camera really still. Anyway, here 'tis, and it doesn't do it justice.
For some reason each year, I have been compelled to snap a picture of my Jack O'Lantern. I am always very impressed with my handiwork - nothing fancy, just your typical fat pumpkin carved with a traditional mean face. This'n was pretty cool because he was prett fat. I regret I was not able to get a good picture of Jen's pumpkin before it weakened from rot and was damaged from a falling pumpkin that rolled off the bale of straw above her Jack O'Lantern and rolled into the front yard. When we got up that morning to see the pumpkin in the yard, we were afraid kids had been messing with the pumpkins, but it turned out to be nothing less than nature herself. Anyway, I hope you like my Jack O'Lantern as much as I did. I'm also happy to tell you that we gave out more candy this year than any other year in my memory...doesn't say much, I know. I'm working dilligently on the remains to save my dear wife from the travesty of having to eat too much of it.

Mommy took Veronica in the outdoor waterfall steps...she kept crying for "my piggies, my piggies!" Until mommy relented and took her for a stroll down the steps. We are not sure, but we think it was a pretty neat representation of the Trail of Tears - we were a little too distracted to make sure Veronica didn't run off in the water or slip down the steps. Of course, the birthday boy was a bit too busy carting the stroller down the dry steps alongside the water steps and trying to set up for a shot at a decent picture. This one didn't turn out so bad...
It was a beautiful day in the really pretty, charming little city of Chattanooga. (We debated its city status, but with Nathan growing up in Vermont and his experience with Burlington as the state's largest city, it wasn't much of an argument to make Chattanooga a city.) Looks like a great place to visit at greater leisure with family.
Let's see - Nathan almost forgot his own birthday this weekend. He turned 35...not much different than rolling over in bed, maybe just a bit more tired than on days past. We attempted dinner out at Nuevo Laredo - great food but boy was Veronica a pistol. We boxed up the dinner after a couple bites. :)