The Fantastic Mr. Dr. Fox
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Lovin' the Lights
Who doesn't love Christmas lights? I mean, very few actually love putting them up, but most everyone loves the way they brighten the dark winter nights.
A week or two ago, we loaded the kids in the van and drove through town, checking out the Christmas lights.
We learned a few things. First, the people that love lights really do love lights. Second, our favorites are the blue lights. And third, our camera doesn't take the greatest shots of Christmas lights in the dark. Or maybe more accurately, I don't know how to take pictures of Christmas lights in the dark.
Here are the best shots:
You can't tell from this picture, but this house has 6 garages and is, quite possibly, a mansion.
One of our favorite houses...this is the front.
And here's the back. I am lovin' the Santa chimney!
And here's the best of all. Delightful in its simplicity, right?
Oh, wait, that's our house! I knew there was a reason I liked it, despite its apparent lack of lights, or rather lack of someone who desires to put up said lights.
A week or two ago, we loaded the kids in the van and drove through town, checking out the Christmas lights.
We learned a few things. First, the people that love lights really do love lights. Second, our favorites are the blue lights. And third, our camera doesn't take the greatest shots of Christmas lights in the dark. Or maybe more accurately, I don't know how to take pictures of Christmas lights in the dark.
Here are the best shots:
You can't tell from this picture, but this house has 6 garages and is, quite possibly, a mansion.
One of our favorite houses...this is the front.
And here's the back. I am lovin' the Santa chimney!
And here's the best of all. Delightful in its simplicity, right?
Oh, wait, that's our house! I knew there was a reason I liked it, despite its apparent lack of lights, or rather lack of someone who desires to put up said lights.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Allyson's First Grade Christmas Play
We had promised this quick video last week, but forgot to get it going until now.
Just a little background: Ally's school musical was titled, "Littlest Christmas Tree". It was based on a tree lot, full of trees waiting for Santa to arrive to pick one of them to be his special tree. Of course, every tree in the lot desired to be the chosen one, including a sweet little tree, the only tree who knew the meaning of Christmas is love. In the end, he is chosen.
So, here ya go.
Just a little background: Ally's school musical was titled, "Littlest Christmas Tree". It was based on a tree lot, full of trees waiting for Santa to arrive to pick one of them to be his special tree. Of course, every tree in the lot desired to be the chosen one, including a sweet little tree, the only tree who knew the meaning of Christmas is love. In the end, he is chosen.
So, here ya go.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
A Friend Suggestion
As a room mom, my primary responsibility in Ally's classroom is to hang out during class parties.
I know, challenging, right?
On Monday, Ally's class had a Polar Express Celebration for their holiday party. They sampled goodies from around the world and sipped hot cocoa. They wore their bathrobes and slippers and rang jingle bells, just like the book/movie.
Ally told me I should wear my robe to the party too.
After the treats, the kids returned to the classroom for about 20 minutes of quiet working. The other moms and I just wandered around, helping when necessary, and chatting with eachother.
One precious girl brought me a letter, written in bright pink pen. (I'm changing her name, as I didn't ask anyone if I could write about her here.) Although Ally has never spoken negatively of this girl, they don't typically play together.
This is what the letter said:
"I luv your robe and your shos you luk pride From Ella For Mi. Fox"
She loves my robe and my shoes and she thinks I'm pretty.
I think Ally needs to befriend this girl! Clearly Ella is wise beyond her years.
I know, challenging, right?
On Monday, Ally's class had a Polar Express Celebration for their holiday party. They sampled goodies from around the world and sipped hot cocoa. They wore their bathrobes and slippers and rang jingle bells, just like the book/movie.
Ally told me I should wear my robe to the party too.
After the treats, the kids returned to the classroom for about 20 minutes of quiet working. The other moms and I just wandered around, helping when necessary, and chatting with eachother.
One precious girl brought me a letter, written in bright pink pen. (I'm changing her name, as I didn't ask anyone if I could write about her here.) Although Ally has never spoken negatively of this girl, they don't typically play together.
This is what the letter said:
"I luv your robe and your shos you luk pride From Ella For Mi. Fox"
She loves my robe and my shoes and she thinks I'm pretty.
I think Ally needs to befriend this girl! Clearly Ella is wise beyond her years.
Monday, December 20, 2010
"Look! It's My Crap!"
Yes, that's what Natalie, our almost three-year-old said.
But I should probably backtrack and tell you the story.
First of all, if you're offended by the word "crap," you may want to come back in a day or two and view the next post. If not, stick around.
As parents, we all say things that we probably shouldn't, just to hear them repeated back to you by the sweet little mouth belonging to your child. Ahem. We're no exceptions.
On Thanksgiving, we ran to K-Mart to try and snag a deal or two and let the kiddos get some fresh air. We shopped for just a bit and when I paid, David took the kids to the front door. Near the door, the ever-present quarter-toy machines summoned their attention.
Thinking it was something else, David jumped on board, purchasing a green die with various words on each side.
When it came out, Dave discovered it wasn't as cool as he originally thought. The girls quickly asked, "What is it?" He muttered, "A piece of crap."
I arrived at the door and asked Natalie what she was holding. She promptly, and excitedly answered, "A piece-a-crap!" (Picture a big grin...as if she had found a treasure!)
We laughed all the way home. And we continually laughed every time she mentioned her prized possession. The next morning, she asked, "Where's my piece-a-crap?" (You have to admit you're smiling.)
Let me just take a moment for a side story. I can't resist a good side story.
The die is like a not-so-fancy version of those Magic 8 Balls. You ask a question, shake the ball, or die in this case, and wait for the answer to "appear." Ally was playing with the die this afternoon and started asking questions...
A: Does Mommy love me?
P-of-C: Oh Totally.
A: Does Daddy love me?
P-of-C: Super Likely.
A: Does Chris love me?
P-of-C: Definite Maybe.
A: Does Natalie love me?
P-of-C: Doubtful.
Then she continued:
A: Will I get a time-out tonight?
P-of-C: Doubtful
A: Will Nat-Nat get a time-out tonight?
P-of-C: Super Likely.
I gotta say...there may be something to this twenty-five cent piece of crap.
Back to the point...
The small die gets lost in our piles of toys, so Natalie hadn't seen it in days. This morning, I heard her squeal, "Look! It's my crap!"
It never gets old.
But I should probably backtrack and tell you the story.
First of all, if you're offended by the word "crap," you may want to come back in a day or two and view the next post. If not, stick around.
As parents, we all say things that we probably shouldn't, just to hear them repeated back to you by the sweet little mouth belonging to your child. Ahem. We're no exceptions.
On Thanksgiving, we ran to K-Mart to try and snag a deal or two and let the kiddos get some fresh air. We shopped for just a bit and when I paid, David took the kids to the front door. Near the door, the ever-present quarter-toy machines summoned their attention.
Thinking it was something else, David jumped on board, purchasing a green die with various words on each side.
When it came out, Dave discovered it wasn't as cool as he originally thought. The girls quickly asked, "What is it?" He muttered, "A piece of crap."
I arrived at the door and asked Natalie what she was holding. She promptly, and excitedly answered, "A piece-a-crap!" (Picture a big grin...as if she had found a treasure!)
We laughed all the way home. And we continually laughed every time she mentioned her prized possession. The next morning, she asked, "Where's my piece-a-crap?" (You have to admit you're smiling.)
Let me just take a moment for a side story. I can't resist a good side story.
The die is like a not-so-fancy version of those Magic 8 Balls. You ask a question, shake the ball, or die in this case, and wait for the answer to "appear." Ally was playing with the die this afternoon and started asking questions...
A: Does Mommy love me?
P-of-C: Oh Totally.
A: Does Daddy love me?
P-of-C: Super Likely.
A: Does Chris love me?
P-of-C: Definite Maybe.
A: Does Natalie love me?
P-of-C: Doubtful.
Then she continued:
A: Will I get a time-out tonight?
P-of-C: Doubtful
A: Will Nat-Nat get a time-out tonight?
P-of-C: Super Likely.
I gotta say...there may be something to this twenty-five cent piece of crap.
Back to the point...
The small die gets lost in our piles of toys, so Natalie hadn't seen it in days. This morning, I heard her squeal, "Look! It's my crap!"
It never gets old.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
She'll never be the same...
Both Natalie and her doll are a bit more...uh...moisture resistant today.
In Nat's words, the doll "got a owie on her head," and apparently all the Desitin in the tube couldn't fix it.
The upside is that the doll smells remarkably more lifelike now with the distinctive aroma of diaper-rash cream.
Wait, that might be a downside.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Did ya' notice?
In case you didn't, let me draw your attention to the fabulous new logo above. One of the designers that David works with, Brooke, needed help with her website, so she and Dave worked a little trade.
She has mad skills, folks. She designed our new logo and we would totally put it on our letterhead and business cards. That is, if we actually had letterhead and business cards.
Until then, you'll see it here.
And if you ever need a little design work, you should check her out!
She has mad skills, folks. She designed our new logo and we would totally put it on our letterhead and business cards. That is, if we actually had letterhead and business cards.
Until then, you'll see it here.
And if you ever need a little design work, you should check her out!
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Recap
(For the record, I have revised and updated this post no less than 4 times. It's been a LONG week. It is now Sunday morning and church has been canceled due to a blizzard, so I'm thinking now's the time get this sucker posted.)
Seriously, it's been weeks since our last post and so much is going on! I had been on a roll, posting a few times a week and now I feel I've let you down. All four of you, that is. Our apologies.
Here are the highlights.
Thanksgiving brought us to the great city of Minneapolis. What a fun trip. The kids were well behaved (until the last day...but who would want to hear about that anyway...). The drive was peaceful and smooth without a lick of traffic. And we all had a stinkin' good time. The Mall of America, Thanksgiving Dinner, Macy's and the City Center, Ikea, and family...how can it get much better? We have tons of great shots from the weekend, but here are just a few.
Just three days after returning from Minnesota, Dave's mom came to visit. She often comes in December to celebrate an early Christmas with the kiddos, but this year was extra special for David and I.
We escaped.
For 32 hours.
For 1,920 minutes we took off our parent hats and put on the young and cute hats that resemble those worn by honeymooners.
We took the train to the grand city of Chicago, took in many sites and shops, attended a FABULOUS Christmas concert with two of Dave's favorite saxophone players, slept in until waaaaay after our normal hour, ate 4 meals without cutting anyone's meat or bargaining with a child for dessert. It was priceless, really.
And it was pricey.
It was worth it. Totally.
But we forgot our camera. So here's a few pics of the kids with Grandma Webb.
When we got back to our vehicle at the train station in Harvard, Illinois, where we would then drive home, our vehicle was gone. LOVELY.
We parked in the wrong lot. Normally this is relatively benign, with a simple $25 ticket. We could deal with that. Unfortunately, there was snow emergency during the 32 hours we were gone. And apparently it is a city ordinance that all vehicles be removed from parking lots during snow emergencies.
We got towed. An act of God got us towed.
So we arrived home a bit later (and a bit poorer) than originally thought, but we still had a great time.
And Grandma Webb survived, in case you were wondering. It's possible that she was more tired than normal. And it's also possible (no, probable) that our sick-ish kids lovingly shared their germs with her.
She still loves them.
Ally had her first Christmas musical on Thursday (video coming soon...). I love all the dynamics of a group of kids "performing"!
On Friday, David had Lasik surgery to correct his poor vision. Dave's company had agreed to build the surgeon's website in exchange for a few fixed eyes! What an unexpected blessing! (Updated: As of Sunday, he is seeing things very clearly and experiencing only a bit of discomfort. That's a pretty nifty surgery.)
On Thursday and Friday Christopher and I had a nasty stomach flu that had us feeling downright yucky. Mommies just aren't supposed to be that sick. As of this morning, everyone is healthy.
What a whirlwind.
We'll see what tomorrow brings...
Hope your Thanksgiving and first two weeks of Advent were pleasant and peaceful and not too cold. And if you're sitting in the midst of a blizzard like us, take a moment to enjoy your warm house and a cup of cocoa.
I'm gonna go ahead and hit "publish" now before this could be published as a documentary and made into a very boring film that no one pays to see.
Seriously, it's been weeks since our last post and so much is going on! I had been on a roll, posting a few times a week and now I feel I've let you down. All four of you, that is. Our apologies.
Here are the highlights.
Thanksgiving brought us to the great city of Minneapolis. What a fun trip. The kids were well behaved (until the last day...but who would want to hear about that anyway...). The drive was peaceful and smooth without a lick of traffic. And we all had a stinkin' good time. The Mall of America, Thanksgiving Dinner, Macy's and the City Center, Ikea, and family...how can it get much better? We have tons of great shots from the weekend, but here are just a few.
Just three days after returning from Minnesota, Dave's mom came to visit. She often comes in December to celebrate an early Christmas with the kiddos, but this year was extra special for David and I.
We escaped.
For 32 hours.
For 1,920 minutes we took off our parent hats and put on the young and cute hats that resemble those worn by honeymooners.
We took the train to the grand city of Chicago, took in many sites and shops, attended a FABULOUS Christmas concert with two of Dave's favorite saxophone players, slept in until waaaaay after our normal hour, ate 4 meals without cutting anyone's meat or bargaining with a child for dessert. It was priceless, really.
And it was pricey.
It was worth it. Totally.
But we forgot our camera. So here's a few pics of the kids with Grandma Webb.
When we got back to our vehicle at the train station in Harvard, Illinois, where we would then drive home, our vehicle was gone. LOVELY.
We parked in the wrong lot. Normally this is relatively benign, with a simple $25 ticket. We could deal with that. Unfortunately, there was snow emergency during the 32 hours we were gone. And apparently it is a city ordinance that all vehicles be removed from parking lots during snow emergencies.
We got towed. An act of God got us towed.
So we arrived home a bit later (and a bit poorer) than originally thought, but we still had a great time.
And Grandma Webb survived, in case you were wondering. It's possible that she was more tired than normal. And it's also possible (no, probable) that our sick-ish kids lovingly shared their germs with her.
She still loves them.
Ally had her first Christmas musical on Thursday (video coming soon...). I love all the dynamics of a group of kids "performing"!
On Friday, David had Lasik surgery to correct his poor vision. Dave's company had agreed to build the surgeon's website in exchange for a few fixed eyes! What an unexpected blessing! (Updated: As of Sunday, he is seeing things very clearly and experiencing only a bit of discomfort. That's a pretty nifty surgery.)
On Thursday and Friday Christopher and I had a nasty stomach flu that had us feeling downright yucky. Mommies just aren't supposed to be that sick. As of this morning, everyone is healthy.
What a whirlwind.
We'll see what tomorrow brings...
Hope your Thanksgiving and first two weeks of Advent were pleasant and peaceful and not too cold. And if you're sitting in the midst of a blizzard like us, take a moment to enjoy your warm house and a cup of cocoa.
I'm gonna go ahead and hit "publish" now before this could be published as a documentary and made into a very boring film that no one pays to see.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Yes, that is EXACTLY what you think it is.
This
Plus This
Equals:
an unscheduled bath,
air freshener,
an extra load of laundry,
and the sanitizing of anything he might have touched in the two minutes
he was out of my sight.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
MOM!
One of these days, I am going to put a blank piece of paper on the counter and tally how many times I hear the word "Mom" in a given day.
If you're a mom, you can relate.
Natalie, specifically, is in a season where she must repeat my "name" 24 times for the same request. And there are approximately 49 such requests in any given hour.
That would be my last nerve she just obliterated.
Christopher just says "MAAAAH" and at this point, it's still cute, so his will only count for half.
But Allyson, she has developed a whole new method in her creative little brain.
The other day I was on the phone and she was in desperate need of my attention. (Let me just tell you right now, the need for pretzels is apparently desperate in some regions of my home. Now you know.)
While waving her arms in front of me, she said in a freakishly loud whisper, "Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!" This is typical mom's-on-the-phone behavior which always results in "the look" from me. I really try not to respond, because that would be feeding the behavior, right?
At this point, she upped the ante and wrapped her arms around me (as if she really wanted a hug...yeah, right, I'm on to you chica!). I gave her another look, covered the mouthpiece of the phone and said, "You are being RUDE! Knock it off!"
So, she did what any desperate child would, she got a sticky note and a pen and wrote me a note. Or so I thought.
Here ya go.
Oh yes she did.
I think it's possible that she inherited her Dad's sense of humor.
If you're a mom, you can relate.
Natalie, specifically, is in a season where she must repeat my "name" 24 times for the same request. And there are approximately 49 such requests in any given hour.
That would be my last nerve she just obliterated.
Christopher just says "MAAAAH" and at this point, it's still cute, so his will only count for half.
But Allyson, she has developed a whole new method in her creative little brain.
The other day I was on the phone and she was in desperate need of my attention. (Let me just tell you right now, the need for pretzels is apparently desperate in some regions of my home. Now you know.)
While waving her arms in front of me, she said in a freakishly loud whisper, "Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!" This is typical mom's-on-the-phone behavior which always results in "the look" from me. I really try not to respond, because that would be feeding the behavior, right?
At this point, she upped the ante and wrapped her arms around me (as if she really wanted a hug...yeah, right, I'm on to you chica!). I gave her another look, covered the mouthpiece of the phone and said, "You are being RUDE! Knock it off!"
So, she did what any desperate child would, she got a sticky note and a pen and wrote me a note. Or so I thought.
Here ya go.
Oh yes she did.
I think it's possible that she inherited her Dad's sense of humor.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Something Right
I don't think I'm a nervous mom, exactly. I'm not a helicopter mom, either. But for some reason, it is still a little hard for me to send Ally off to school everyday. Maybe it's because she's so meek. Or because her heart breaks so easily. Regardless of the reason, I give her an extra hug every morning and send her off with a little note on her snack bag.
In first grade, they bring a healthy-ish snack every day to school. If it's in a baggie, I write a quick note on the bag to tell her that I love her. I have never brought attention to it, just wrote it and tucked it into her backpack.
Not too many days ago, she asked me why I write on her snack. I told her that I wanted her to know that I love her and am thinking about her, even when she's not with me.
A few days later, I walked into my own bedroom after putting the kids to bed and I found this on my jewelry box.
We only have about six and a half years of experience in this parenting thing. We're not experts (nor will we ever be). In fact, most days we wonder how God in His infinite wisdom thought WE could handle three such treasures. But somewhere along the line we must have done something right.
In first grade, they bring a healthy-ish snack every day to school. If it's in a baggie, I write a quick note on the bag to tell her that I love her. I have never brought attention to it, just wrote it and tucked it into her backpack.
Not too many days ago, she asked me why I write on her snack. I told her that I wanted her to know that I love her and am thinking about her, even when she's not with me.
A few days later, I walked into my own bedroom after putting the kids to bed and I found this on my jewelry box.
We only have about six and a half years of experience in this parenting thing. We're not experts (nor will we ever be). In fact, most days we wonder how God in His infinite wisdom thought WE could handle three such treasures. But somewhere along the line we must have done something right.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Unintended Reflection
These pictures are a few weeks old, but I was looking back through October's pictures and stumbled upon them.
That's our new dishwasher, by the way. I know y'all were aching to see it.
I picked out this doozy at the pumpkin patch all by myself (the pumpkin, not the boy). I love the tall guys. It had been standing proud on our front porch for 3 weeks or so, but finally bit the dust a few days ago.
Anyway, it was inside for a day when I was trying to mend its poor broken stem (hot glue worked just peachy, in case you ever need to fix a pumpkin's stem). I noticed it was just the right size for Christopher to smack, which is how the stem got broken in the first place, so I took a couple of pictures.
Do you see what I see?
LOVE that sweet face!
Here's one more, 'cause I just can't stop. (This one doesn't have the reflection, but I love the look on his face...)
You can go back to what you were doing now, but, for the record, I think my unintended reflection pictures are kinda fun...it's possible I'll be conducting a photo shoot in my very small kitchen with the other two children sometime in the future.
That's our new dishwasher, by the way. I know y'all were aching to see it.
I picked out this doozy at the pumpkin patch all by myself (the pumpkin, not the boy). I love the tall guys. It had been standing proud on our front porch for 3 weeks or so, but finally bit the dust a few days ago.
Anyway, it was inside for a day when I was trying to mend its poor broken stem (hot glue worked just peachy, in case you ever need to fix a pumpkin's stem). I noticed it was just the right size for Christopher to smack, which is how the stem got broken in the first place, so I took a couple of pictures.
Do you see what I see?
LOVE that sweet face!
Here's one more, 'cause I just can't stop. (This one doesn't have the reflection, but I love the look on his face...)
You can go back to what you were doing now, but, for the record, I think my unintended reflection pictures are kinda fun...it's possible I'll be conducting a photo shoot in my very small kitchen with the other two children sometime in the future.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
All I Want For Christmas...
Yes, it's early. But doesn't it seem like everyone shifted from Halloween to Christmas at the stroke of midnight, November 1st?
That happened at our house. Ally has thoroughly enjoyed looking through any catalog and/or magazine that I have, diligently circling anything that looks even slightly interesting.
Here's the overall roundup:
Zhu Zhu accessories
Squinkies
Zoobles
(seriously, these three are actual items found in toy sections...it's possible that toy manufacturers are running out of ideas for catchy toy names...I'm just sayin'.)
Toy Story 3 DVD
A Watch
Silly Bandz
Crafts (commonly known as "Craps" around here)
Books
But Most of All...
What She Really Wants...
More Than Any of That...
Is...
Her TWO Front Teeth!
(For the record, I read this post to Ally and she vehemently opposed my suggestion that she wants teeth for Christmas. So in case any of y'all were planning on it, that's probably not an actual gift suggestion.)
That happened at our house. Ally has thoroughly enjoyed looking through any catalog and/or magazine that I have, diligently circling anything that looks even slightly interesting.
Here's the overall roundup:
Zhu Zhu accessories
Squinkies
Zoobles
(seriously, these three are actual items found in toy sections...it's possible that toy manufacturers are running out of ideas for catchy toy names...I'm just sayin'.)
Toy Story 3 DVD
A Watch
Silly Bandz
Crafts (commonly known as "Craps" around here)
Books
But Most of All...
What She Really Wants...
More Than Any of That...
Is...
Her TWO Front Teeth!
(For the record, I read this post to Ally and she vehemently opposed my suggestion that she wants teeth for Christmas. So in case any of y'all were planning on it, that's probably not an actual gift suggestion.)
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Proof
Just in case you didn't believe me, or in case you're looking for a reason to smile (or giggle), David snagged a video of Natalie talking about the craft she created at MOPS this morning.
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Apparently...
Allyson came home with this yesterday:
This is what we have ascertained.
1) Apparently the art teacher at school submitted this kindergarten project of Ally's to the R0ck County 4-H Fair, held in July.
2) Apparently Ally won a white ribbon.
3) Apparently a white ribbon is third place (according to Allyson, the all-wise first grader).
4) Apparently white ribbons earn a valuable cash prize. That would be one dollar and twenty five cents.
5) Apparently Rock County 4-H is in need of additional funding.
6) Apparently we walked right by the thing when we toured the art building at the fair this summer, not even realizing that OUR child's work was near.
7) Apparently Ally knew about the submission all along, but "forgot" to tell us.
8) Apparently there was a breach in communication somewhere.
9) Apparently we have a double award-winning artist living in our home.
This is what we have ascertained.
1) Apparently the art teacher at school submitted this kindergarten project of Ally's to the R0ck County 4-H Fair, held in July.
2) Apparently Ally won a white ribbon.
3) Apparently a white ribbon is third place (according to Allyson, the all-wise first grader).
4) Apparently white ribbons earn a valuable cash prize. That would be one dollar and twenty five cents.
5) Apparently Rock County 4-H is in need of additional funding.
6) Apparently we walked right by the thing when we toured the art building at the fair this summer, not even realizing that OUR child's work was near.
7) Apparently Ally knew about the submission all along, but "forgot" to tell us.
8) Apparently there was a breach in communication somewhere.
9) Apparently we have a double award-winning artist living in our home.
Monday, November 01, 2010
Halloween Happenings
(Halloween 2010: Natalie the Kitty Cat, Ally the Unicorn, and Christopher the Cutest Boy on the Block)
Ally is an old pro at the T or T thing. She knew what she was doing and had no fear. Natalie, however, was more than a little freaked out by all the folks in costume. This is the same child that insisted on looking at the "creepies" in every store we've entered in the last month ("creepies" is our word for the Halloween section - is it just me or has that section become increasingly MORE creepy as the years go on?).
Anyway, not three houses into our adventure, we encountered a large group of parents and kids (and one dog dressed as Superman). All but one of the parents were dressed normally, sans costume. One dad dressed like this character:
Oh yes, he did.
Natalie was FREAKING out. We opted to turn and take a route opposite from this group to save our child from later years of therapy. Just one or two houses later, she looked down the street at the guy and said, "Dad, he was nervous-in' me."
Later, a young boy dressed as a motorcycle racer gave Nat the creeps and she was noticeably afraid. The home-owner that witnessed it felt so bad for her that she ran inside to get her a juice box.
One of Nat's favorite things was peeking into the glass-windowed doors as she was waiting for them to come to the door. As we were leaving one house she let us know, "He was habbin' his dinner."
Because the night was cold, the noses were a-runnin' and Mommy hadn't planned for this scenario, so my sleeve was sacrificed to relieve my sweet boy's slimy face. But mercifully, one sweet grandmotherly-type answered her door to our little animals and said, "Let me get you a Kleenex!" After nearly every house, the girls would declare what they were given. ("Yes! Reese's!" or "Mom! I got licorice!") This time Nat declared, with excitement, "She gave me a Kleenex!"
As was bound to happen, Nat and Chris had a much shorter attention span with the whole thing, so we headed home while David and Ally ventured further into the neighborhood. They had a blast and took at least an hour to warm up once they returned home!
The little ones and I were sampling sweets and answering the doorbell, which they loved just as much as ringing the doorbells. At one point, Natalie asked, "Where the creepies?" I said that they were going trick or treating just like she had, and reminded her that they were just people in costumes.
She thoughtfully stated, "Maybe they scared of me."
I couldn't burst her bubble, so I said, "Maybe they are!"
But I'm thinking probably not.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
The Art of Repitition
Ally didn't have school on Thursday or Friday this week due to the state teacher convention. We planned a day out yesterday and took the kids to the Aquatic Center (indoor pool with slide and fountains and small lazy river), then dinner and ice cream. Aside from the challenge of getting 5 people dried, dressed, and layered up for the increasingly fall-ish temperatures, and the simple fact that poor Christopher was shivering almost the whole time, a good time was had by all.
On the way to our last stop (ice cream), Natalie kept repeating the question for which she had already heard the answer: "We goin' get I - Sone?" (Have I mentioned that I-Sone is how she says ice cream? You ought to hear it; it's kinda cute. Unless you've heard her ask the same question 128 times, give or take a few. At that point it loses some of the cute factor.) She does this often, repeating questions so many times that we start hollering the answer. I do realize this is probably not the best method of ending the questions, but it tends to work.
Until she realizes that she has a different question.
We were patiently trying to answer the all-important ice cream question, again and again, but patience was waning.
Ally finally declared, "I wish she'd just have the confidence to stay quiet!"
Hmmm. I think that might have some philosophical meaning deep in there, but seeing as it came from a 6-year-old's mouth, I think it was a fancy way to say, "I wish she'd just shut it!"
On the way to our last stop (ice cream), Natalie kept repeating the question for which she had already heard the answer: "We goin' get I - Sone?" (Have I mentioned that I-Sone is how she says ice cream? You ought to hear it; it's kinda cute. Unless you've heard her ask the same question 128 times, give or take a few. At that point it loses some of the cute factor.) She does this often, repeating questions so many times that we start hollering the answer. I do realize this is probably not the best method of ending the questions, but it tends to work.
Until she realizes that she has a different question.
We were patiently trying to answer the all-important ice cream question, again and again, but patience was waning.
Ally finally declared, "I wish she'd just have the confidence to stay quiet!"
Hmmm. I think that might have some philosophical meaning deep in there, but seeing as it came from a 6-year-old's mouth, I think it was a fancy way to say, "I wish she'd just shut it!"
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The Same Thing?
My mom was in town this weekend, loving on us and enjoying some quality time. On Friday night we opted to eat out and ended up pulling into our local favorite Mexican restaurant.
Allyson enthusiastically declared, "Yes, I LOVE Chinese food!"
We all giggled and I said, "This is a Mexican restaurant, honey."
Her response: "Whatever, it means the same thing."
Then, while enjoying our dinner, Ally asked for the lemon in her daddy's water.
After tasting it, she said, "Yuck, it's too spicy!"
We said, "Spicy? I think you mean sour."
Her response: "Spicy. Sour. It means the same thing."
It's possible that I may need to supplement her public education with a bit of home school vocabulary instruction.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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