The Three Wisecrackers

Here are the children in front of the big-ass tree that dominates our front room at the moment. We left the house a week ago with 84 degree temps at our home. An hour later and 60 miles west and the temps had dropped to about 60 or so. I had cleaned out all the jackets and coats from the car, so there weren't enough jackets for the all the kids. Hot Rod and his German/Dutch (from Minnesota) blood, he was happy with no jacket. Pickle wore little brother's hoodie, which explains the short sleeves.

This was Little Bit's pose. She wanted to make this face. It works for her, though, with those big brown eyes.

Hot Rod just has that All American look with blond hair and blue eyes. He's my Eddie Haskell.
Pickle and his Mavericks Santa hat. He loves that thing.

This image just melted my heart. Pickle is really nurturing (at times) with his sister. Other times, he calls her pure evil. *shaking my head* That tree is enormous. I still can't believe we bought a 17 foot tree. We had to cut a foot off so it wouldn't whack the ceiling.

And, the three of them walking by through the tree farm.