I think the is the first year that Scout is going to really fall in love with Halloween. He has been talking about his costume for a month, and has learned “trick or treat…smell my feet….”. That’s my boy! We woke up to perfect weather, and headed out on a family bike ride. It really is amazing how much my kids love to be out and about. The only thing that someone didn’t love, was her hat. And yes….she eventually got her way, and rode sans hat. (Wish me luck with her costume.) We are on our way to a Halloween carnival next, and then are going to end up in some of the world’s longest naps before the evening festivities begin.
Look at that pouter!
I have been up since 4 am, and it is silent. I got to coozie with Navy for an hour. I read some, and prepared my lesson for Sunday. I ate a delicious breakfast. I am looking outside at a sky that looks like it is on fire because the sun is on its way. I still have at least an hour until my kids are up. What a way to start the day.
It may be a little unconventional, but while Micah is away, Scout gets to hear a story from his dad at nights via the phone. But before we even make the call, Scout insists on his pluggy and his blank. His current favorite is Pinnochio, but last night during this call, he was glued to Dumbo. We work with what we have.
Since my child is constantly shoving fistfuls of food into her mouth like she will never see food again, I was worried about our regular check up at Dr. Carruths. On top of my own fears, Trilby (our family appointed geneticist) kept saying that I should not let Navy overeat because people develop their fat cells when they are babies. I mean, I did always hear my mom tell Tristen that she still had her “baby fat”. Tristen finally told her to stop calling it baby fat when she was in college.
Anyway….I reported all of Navy’s progress, and Dr. Carruth cleared the little thing with flying colors. He actually said she was definitely “above average”. When I asked if he said that to all of the bragging moms, he just smiled his little smile. When he pulled out the chart of where Navy fit in amongst her peers, I started to get a little nervous. Keep in mind that she only weighs about 8 pounds less than Scout, and is 20 months younger. As he started putting his little dots on the graph, I waited to hear the disgust in his voice. Then a miracle happened….
I am proud to announce that my 19 pounder is in the 75% for her head circumference and her height. And is only in the 60% for her weight. So basically, I have a barely-there supermodel in the making. I am looking up the casting call locations for America’s Next Top Model in 2025 right now!
AKA:
ONE HUGE DISASTER
The night started off with both Calin and Skilly “tap tapping” Micah as their teammate. What? Are they kidding me? They said that Micah usually won. I told them it was because he always got the sympathy vote. They also told me that I am a carving hog, and don’t let them do as much as Micah lets them. I told them that I am an “up and coming”, and did they think that Martha Stewart let the peons do the work that her name was attached to? Then they told me that Martha’s daughter hates her…and that is probably why. Whatever.
Skilly turned out to be my partner. She was faking a good attitude, so props to her. When we pow wowed, I asked for her ideas, and we combined the two. Very nonMartha of me.
Here are the finished products:
Can you really believe that Micah and Calin put this out? #1 — not kid friendly, and a horrible example to our children. #2 — who hasn’t seen the whole guts spilling out of a pumpkin? #3 — Who cares about baseball. Certainly not Micah who has NEVER sat to watch a game on TV. Funny that during the contest, they insisted on having the game on. They called it “ambiance”.
Look at this beauty. It is our nephew Jake at a camp out. Straight teeth from braces. Freckles like his favorite aunt. And yes……you heard it right….we had pyrotechnics. Our pumpkin’s hair lit on fire and toasted the marshmallows.
Notice the toasted marshmallows…and the cutest little girl in the world.
Scout was obviously intrigued.
SO….THE VERDICT…..
A STUPID TIE.
Are you kidding me? That is such a joke. They said we had the win until they saw the booty on the back of ours that was carved out with toilet paper attached. We said the poor guy was camping, and it was “ambiance”. Plus, they went for potty humor last year. How were we supposed to know that the judges classed it up this year?!
There is definitely something wrong with this picture!
I just don’t get the beauty of baking — mostly because I am not good at it. But following recipes exactly just doesn’t work for me. I need to be able to add a dash of this and a pinch of that to anything I put my name on. It kind of goes with my personality of never wanting to be tied down, and just living spontaneously. Regardless, I will admit that baking does produce some pretty cute results. And when Trilby had the “spider cupcake” idea, I was game. (And I will be honest, I was mostly game because Skilly wanted to make some, and convinced me that Scout’s nursery class NEEDED some too. And on an even more honest note…..as bad as I am…..Trilby is worse.)
Anyway, we started our little project at 6:00, and ended at about 9:00. Three hours???!!! I could have made a six course gourmet meal in that time. But in the end, Scout was really excited to present these beauties to his nursery class. And during my mom’s Sacrament program (which was amazing!), he couldn’t wait to get to class. (WOW, times have changed!) Skilly was a stud, and whipped out twice as many as I did. So I guess that over all….it was a job well done.
This is the way to minimize our morning ritual by about 45 minutes. Some days….I’ll take it.
Everyone was geared up to see Dana vs. San Clemente at Homecoming last night. The curse of the Tritons loomed overhead sonce Dana had not beat them since Micah was a sophomore. (Which was a long time ago –18 years — wow my husband is ancient). Jason texted Micah that he was the team captain, and Micah responded with, “cool….that’s how you get chicks.” (Didn’t know that attending a high school football game, took my husband’s mentality back to high school.)
The kids were excited, we tail gated, the weather was nice….and the curse was broken. Way to go captain J. Did you get chicks?
Apparently so. A sixth grader.
Exactly 9 months ago, I was feeding my baby like this:
Now she’s eating like this:
I am so amazed that my baby is 9 months old already — and as healthy as a horse THANK GOODNESS! She gave us a rough start at first in the NICU, and then she was a little on the fussy side, and worst of all, she was constantly spitting up. But she worked it all out, and has become the sweetest and cutest little thing in the world. She is taking three steps at the moment, and is fearless. She rarely cries when she bonks her head, or something gets “accidentally” thrown her way by Scout. She is all smiles, and is a mover and a shaker. She is in love with Scout, and will laugh so hard at him. She is a great eater (maybe too good), and has always been a good sleeper. The only flaw with my baby is that she is not interested in wearing her bows any longer. Stinks for her that I am persistent and on a mission to have a bow-wearing girl. She is FINALLY moving into first place alongside Scout. Scout had everyone whipped, but Navy is in the midst of whipping. I would love to report how long and heavy she is, but I guess I would have to go to a doctor’s appointment to know those things.
Ickity Dickity Dock — you are my little dream.
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