Peyton tried a bannana for the first time here. Let's just say she was a sticky mess by the time that bannana was finished, but she did a good job eating it up.
Halloween! Miss Peyton was quite the cute little ladybug. She didn't mind keeping the costume on. When the costume was off of her she loved to laugh at it. She thought it was a very fun thing.
Peyton and Mom went to a Halloween party with their friend Ricki. Ricki's husband Richie left for Iraq the same time as Mitch. We hang out quite a bit and keep each other company. When Richie found out what I dressed up as for Halloween, he commented that there was no need for me to dress up. For those of you who know Richie, quite the typical comment and for you Richie, just wait till you get home!
My friend Ricki helped me take some fall pictures of Peyton. She was pretty cooperative, but got bored quickly as you can see. She was loving the pumpkins around her. She posed pretty adorably in this picture.
Peyton was soon bored with all the pictures. I can just imagine what she was thinking. "Oh Mom, not another pictures"
"Will this ever end?"
I was cleaning out underneath the stove and Peyton thought it would be so fun to pull out the pans. She loves the noises they made when she banged them together. She is such a curious little lady.
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This is Peyton just shortly after she discovered she can stand up.
Peyton loves to look out the back sliding glass door. She is slowly discovering the doggy door. I just hope she doesn't attempt to crawl through it. I told Ellie it was her job to guard the door and to not let Peyton escape. She just looked at me with little response.
Bye, Bye Daddy.
Mitch left for Iraq Friday the 5th of September 2008. Here is Daddy giving Peyton one last kiss goodbye. It was a rough day for me, but I was able to keep it together. Mitch had to check in at post by noon, but he didn't actually get on the bus for the airport until 4:00 that afternoon. It was a long four hours, but I was glad to have a bit more time to spend with him.

