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About every two days, I come down to Scout on the counter as he chows down on fruit.  He is such a stinky eater, but healthy fruit is always a sure bet.  This day, I caught him in the berries.  He had already finished off the raspberries, and was about 2/3 of the way through the strawberries.  Too bad that he hasn’t learned that more than just the teeny tiny tip of the strawberry is edible.  I love how my mom would have had a heart attack if she had seen them, and would have personally finished off every strawberry.  I, on the other hand, just laughed and packed them back up for the salad I am making for my mom’s birthday dinner.  Not really — Ibut I did pack them back up for him to eat later.

Micah and I have always been opposed to having season passes to Disneyland, mainly because we want our kids to think of it as a treat.  But when we went last year to go for a day, it was only a few more bucks to get a year pass.  And since we were probably going to do our annual Disneyland day in the spring with all of the cousins, I bit the bullet.  And better yet….so did my mom.  We got a decent amount of use out of them (I think we went about five times), and the fact that we didn’t feel obligated to be there for more than a few hours at any given time, they were a good buy.  Our year has come to a close, and in an effort to really get our money’s worth, we went for our last hurrah.

Funny thing is that the “last hurrah” was very different for each of us.  My mom couldn’t have been happier that it was the last time,(especially because she was sporting a boot because of a broken foot — talk about a trooper!), but she then tried to talk me into renewing the year membership.  I was stoked that from now on, we will do Disneyland the right way — the Club 33 way with all of the cousins.  In my opinion, there really isn’t another way to go.  Scout was in heaven, because he is now finally thinking all of the rides are really fun.  And finally, Icka was just crazy.  The girl won’t sit still to save her life.  She is as good as gold, but will never stop — NEVER.

Here are some comparisons of the two kids:

The Spinning Apple Ride: (at least I think they’re apples)

The Dumbo Ride

A Bug’s Life:

It wasn’t until she got to ride on a horse all by herself on the carousel, that she was happy and content.  She laughed and smiled the whole time unless I came close to touching her.  The crack up is that I checked up on what Scout was doing at 9 months, and he was just beginning to crawl.  He most definitely was not riding the carousel all by himself.

Good thing that was the last ride of our year…..with both as happy as can be.

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!