I have been a bit too busy to post, and my camera broke so that it will not be giving me any more pictures, but the good news is that we're going to Vermont and Philadelphia for business and pleasure, though not in that order. My number, because I feel confident that no one will call who doesn't know me, is 818 321 1329. I would love to see whoever I can!
Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!

Our third baby will be born in June or July...I'm not really sure, and I don't have a doctors appointment until December 14th.
She or he will be Sharon Rose Paulson Tate or (buckle up) Johnadams Fox Ebenezer Paulson Tate.
It's my child. He or she can have five million names if I want, right?
I like Rose of Sharon, but the only way I can get Josh to agree is if we name our next boy Bull Bradley instead of Bradley Bull. And that's just cruel.
The word is out. Yahoo!

Bowden, in true Tate boy fashion, got very excited about the piles of leaves all around the Inn, and played in them for thirty minutes before I made him come inside. He even let me take pictures, and threw leaves up for me to enjoy.

Taco Bell time. Bowden hovered around the candy machines the whole time even though he never got any coins.

Keith and Paula Shirley, our directors here at Camp, held the annual Thanksgiving party at the Maple Lodge, and I put hair clips in Lucy's hair for the occasion. We ate delicious finger foods and played the double rolling game and collected from the "table of plenty."
That's all there was to it. It was nice.
Don't give me trouble for crappy posts. I'm POSTING.

Went for a walk on our day off. Bowden brought his knapsack, just in case.

Pow-wow in the sand.
Very important business going on.
Almost top secret!