She's Gone Country!

It's official: we have a country baby. This past weekend, Nyla went through her first rite of passage being a country baby; Nyla rode a 4-wheeler with her daddy. Paul secured her right in front of him and took her for a slow ride around his parents' property. While she was riding, Nyla had on her standard "I don't care" face. But when they finished their ride and stopped, she giggled so loud and was all smiles! She loved it! Of course, I stood in the drive having a mini-panic attack. What if she screamed? What if she hated it? What if an eagle swoops down and picks her up from the 4-wheeler? Yes, my worries were getting ridiculous. But alas, my lovely girl came back happy and in one piece! Hooray!

We also had time to go to the pumpkin patch and take pictures. Here come the holidays, which means here come ridiculous looking outfits for Nyla!

Family time at the pumpkin patch. I had straw stuck in my pants all day. 

I can't even look when Paul does this.

All giggles after her ride with daddy.

Coming back from the ride.

All smiles in her swing at Grammie and Papa's house!

She may not look amused, but she loved it.

Laughing at her cousin.

The three grandchildren!