Happy Halloween

Pebbles and Bamm Bamm
Fancy Nancy

Snow White

Cookies

Annabelle Lee

The Field Trip

Grace's class went on a field trip this past week to the Fire Station. For their last field trip, they went to a puppet show and I was unable to go. I told Grace I would try my best to go on the next one with her. Fire Station - here I come.

We were thinking that this would be fun for Michael as well. The Boy LOVES trucks. Loves them. And most of the time we would be outside anyways, so I decided to bring the little ones along (really, there was no option here. No sitter, therefore they come along, too).
As you can see in the picture, Michael was having a hard time from the moment we arrived. He wanted to run around. He wanted to scream. He wanted to do just about anything EXCEPT look at the fire truck.

Go figure.

So I was walking around with him, trying to get him interested in doing anything but screaming when Grace's teacher came over and told me she would be happy to drive Grace back to school since Michael didn't seem to want cooperate. (Hint Hint - please get the loud kid out of here as he is disturbing the rest of the kids).

So I took the little ones to the car, turned on a movie for them, and both Michael and Faith proceeded to cry for what appeared to me to be no reason whatsoever for the next 30 minutes.

I waited for the trip to be over and then I found Grace so I could at least drive her back to school. She was very upset. She was upset I didn't spend any time with her on HER field trip, but mostly she was upset because her brother continues to ruin her life entirely.

Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!

Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!

The Bangs Are Back

After a brief yet frustrating period of Grace growing her bangs out, she finally asked me to cut them. I could not have been more happy to do so, as it was getting quite tiring following her around with a clip or a headband to keep her growing bangs out of here eyes.

I was trimming Annabelle's the other night and she came in the bathroom declaring that she would like hers cut as well. I asked her repeatedly if she was sure, making clear there was no putting them back on once they were cut. She said she was sure. When we were done, she said, "you were right, Mama. This does look better."

Sweet victory.

No matter how small a victory, I will take it. I know this is just the first of many battles her and I will fight over the years. And I am pretty sure one of the few I will win.
And she seems quite pleased with herself.

The Boy

Poor George

George used to have his own chair in the living room. It had seen better days, and since George repeatedly tried to take up residence on my couch I needed someplace else for him to call his own. He felt like he was "winning" when he was allowed in the chair, and he also stopped trying to get up on the rest of the furniture.

Sadly, recently the chair had to go. It smelled more like a dog than George did. And it was dirty. So I hauled it out to the garage and replaced it with a dog bed.

Apparently he still prefers "people" furniture, because now that the chair is gone he has decided to take up residence on the kids table in the front window.

That doesn't look comfortable, not even a little bit. But you can tell by the scratch marks on the top that he gets up there quite often. Usually he gets down as soon as he hears me coming, but for this picture he was in such a deep sleep he didn't even notice.

Poor George. How dare we expect him to sleep on an actual dog bed.

Chicken Fried

Here are a few snapshots of Michael dancing to his most favorite song, Chicken Fried. I wish I could post a video because he is pretty darn hilarious. And he asks me to play the song at least 47 times a day. At least.