Family Pumpkin Patch Excursion

Today we went to lunch at Squeeze Inn with the Litton family and then took the kids to the pumpkin patch. Good times. I don't temember it being this hot in October when I was a kid.

(This is a typical Hudson picture!)

I'm not sure how many times Halee dropped the corn in the dirt. GROSS!!

Halee's Field Trip to the Pumpkin Patch

Today was Halee's first ever field trip to the pumpkin patch. She had a ball! She picked out her own pumpkin and played in the dirt which is a new thing. She doesn't normally like to get her hands dirty. I'll post more pictures later. I just wanted to get these posted asap for my mom and dad. Love you guys!

Too Cool for School

I was downloading the pictures on our SD card today and I came across this picture that Jeff took on Hudson's first day of Kindergarten. He cracks me up.

Hannah's Short Story

Mr. Linden's Library


He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. In the early month of January 1996, a young girl named December walked into an anile library. December was a 12 year old girl who had just moved to London, England to live with her Grandma Violet. She was inquisitive and was anxious to see what was in and around she and her Grandma's new home. While walking around the neighborhood she discovered a building with a sign that said ''Library''. She loved reading so she went inside to check it out. Standing inside the doorway of the library, she looked around delighted at the sight of thousands of books.
It was an old two-story library that was dimly lit and smelled of old books and pine wood. There were rows and rows of shelves lined with books. In one corner of the downstairs, was a large table for reading at and in the opposite corner was a large desk covered with books that were waiting to be put in their proper place.
She was so enthralled by the sights and smells of the library, she barely noticed the man behind the large desk. He looked kindly at her and she noticed that his name tag said ''Mr. Linden''
''Hello dear, may I help you with something?'', Mr. Linden asked.
She smiled at him and replied,'' Oh, no thank you I am just looking around.''
She walked around the large room that was filled with so many wondrous books. As she slowly walked up and down the aisles, there was a particularly ancient looking book that caught her eye.
This book looked about 100 years old. It was extremely dusty and looked as if it hadn't been touched in years. December pulled the book off of the shelf and started to read it as Mr. Linden walked by. He looked from her to the book and said a word of warning. December decided after a few minutes of thinking that she would ignore Mr. Linden's warning. After all, it was only a book. She decided to take the book home. When she got to go to the large desk to check the book out, Mr. Linden wasn't there.
December waited about 5 minutes and then decided to go look for him. She walked around the library downstairs and couldn't find him. As she started up the stairs Mr. Linden suddenly appeared over the railing and told her not to come upstairs. Well naturally, December was an inquisitive girl so she immediately started to wonder why she wasn't allowed upstairs. She knew that Grandma Violet was probably waiting for her so she decided that she would check out the upstairs on her next visit.
Mr. Linden scurried down the stairs and avoided eye contact. They went to the desk to check out the book that she had chosen. As soon as he saw the book he warned her again by saying,'' Miss, I have to warn you about the book. It brings bad luck and trouble to all of its readers.'' December again decided to ignore him. She pulled the book from his shaky hands, smiled and thanked him and told him that she would see him next time.
As she headed for home she saw a box laying in the middle of the road that said for sale. From the box she heard little whimpering noises. So she opened the box, and inside the box was a little Chorkie puppy. He was black and light brown with a little white paw. He was really small so she guessed that he was the runt of the litter and that his owners didn't want him. As she picked the puppy up out of the box, he stopped whimpering and snuggled deep inside her jacket pocket.
She walked the rest of the way home with the puppy in her pocket. When she arrived home her Grandma Violet was making dinner and started fussing over December about where she had been and what she had been doing. December told her everything about the library but did not mention anything about the puppy still snuggled in her pocket. After they ate dinner, December grabbed a jar of milk, a bowl of meat and her book and went to her new room.
After she closed her door, she set the book down next to her bed and put the bowl of food on the floor. She then grabbed some old baby blankets and a small pillow. With that she made a small bed for the puppy under her bed so her Grandma Violet would not see him. December pulled the puppy out of her pocket and offered him some food which he took gratefully. When he had eaten all of the meat she unscrewed the top off the jar and poured some milk into the bowl for him to drink. While he was drinking she decided that she was going to keep him and name him, Grizzly. She knew that she would have to keep him hidden from her grandma for the time being.
While she got ready for bed she kept looking at the book. She eventually climbed into bed and grabbed the book. As she started to read she noticed that there was a green string in the middle of each and every page. She thought this was strange. December read about 20 out of 361 pages and then fell asleep she started dreaming about something curling around and around her so tight that she could scarcely breathe. She didn't realize that those green strings were really vines growing from the book. The vines soon began winding themselves tightly around her. When one vine got to her throat she woke up suddenly. She tried to scream but couldn't. Next to her bed Grizzly heard muffled noises and being a puppy went to check it out. He saw the vines and tried to pry off the one that was around his new owners neck. After about a minute or so he got it free and she was able to breathe and scream again. Her scream was just barely loud enough for her grandma to hear it. December's Grandma Violet came hurrying into the room and gave a little scream of her own. She quickly left the room and got the sharpest knife that they had to try and cut the vines away from December. December was, by that time, blue in the face from lack of oxygen. As her grandma started to cut December free, the vines decided to prey on something larger. They then grabbed hold of December's grandma.
A few roads down lived Mr. Linden. He hadn't been able to get the young girl and the book off his mind at all. He remembered the young girl and had heard of where she and her grandmother lived. He decided to go and check on them knowing what the book was capable of doing. When he got about 100 yards from the house he heard December's screams for help. He quickly knocked on the door of the nearby house to ask them to go and help him. When they finally agreed to help they could no longer hear December's screams for help.
Mr. Linden and the neighbors ran to the house and busted the door down. What they found was gruesome. Grandma Violet had deep gashes and bruises all over her lifeless body and she was lying in the middle of the living room floor, in a heap, dead! She was still clutching the knife in her now limp hand. The room looked as if she grabbed at everything around her to try and save herself from the vines. It was so hard to believe that the vines could and would do this to somebody or something. They took Grandma Violet's body to a couple of scientists so that they could analyze the body again. They could find not a single trace of December and her dog, Grizzly. After days of searching and investigating, they gave up trying to find them and decided that they were gone forever. Mr. Linden eventually decided too destroy the book so that nothing like this would ever happen again.

Little did he know, that the book dropped a tiny microscopic seed that would later become another deadly book...........