Perfect 24 Hours

We had the best Friday/Sat night. Trey's first football game. The big steer sale. The token pumpkin patch trip. Outback steak dinner (Trevor's request in honor of his hard work the past two weeks). It was a dream. I always tell Trevor, so often I don't ever feel like we are a real family due to the fact we are seldom together or "out" of our little corner of the boonies. It was a breath of fresh air.

Freakin Trey had to ruin the picture with his Asian eyes.

I am so grateful for Treyson. With Trevor gone so much lately, and Logan here, but in his "teenage" world, I have found myself so happy to have Trey. He's just always smiling (well...) and he always likes me - even when I don't deserve to be liked. He makes me understand what JOY really is.

He was NOT into the whole pumpkin experience at first. obviously.

"Stop taking so many D pictures mom"
Not impressed.

Little more my size. Little more excitement.

This is Treyson's newest stink face. He makes while panting doggisly, uncontrollably and kicking his feet.

Dad is much more fun than mom. Stink face again. Just like his dad. Hates PDA.

Selling Steers at the feedlot with Dad.

Stoned at the football game with my mom who wears glasses to appear more intelligent.

Baby cheeks are the best thing ever invented.

And those, ladies and gentlemen, are what earned me the nickname "Thumper".

Slugging Dad for keeping me up so late in order to achieve "early inspiration to become Roche family's second generation of Quarterback."

Lots of pictures because I couldn't choose just one...or five...or apparently, ten.

Trevor has had the cow camera a little occupied lately; hence, the quality of my point and shoot.

blast.