Carvin' Time

 

Drue hates getting messy. She quickly came up with an alternative method to sticking her hands in the goo...she turned her pumpkin upside down and tried to shake the seeds out.

 

Reese, on the other hand, loves getting gooey...

 

The scariest costume yet.

 

Hmmmm...I'm in my eating chair, there's something on my tray, I have a spoon...must be time to eat.

 

Mommy took my spoon away.

 

One more look... what is the point of all this if I can't eat it?

 

Now this is a lovely costume. (Except for first thing in the morning...watch out boys and girls!).

 

Don't Ask...Don't Tell

I have borrowed this philosophy when it comes to wondering what exactly goes on when David is in charge of the children and I am away from the house.

Case in point: Yesterday I had to work late and didn't get home until around 7:45pm. David had solely been responsible for the young ones for less than 3 hours. I overlooked the kitchen, which was left in mild disarray, when I saw my children's cherubic faces smiling up at me, bathed, already in their pajamas, with no signs of obvious blunt trauma anywhere on their bodies.

I went to sleep feeling lucky to have such a dependable helpmate.

However, as I began my days' events this morning getting everyone up and ready, my thoughts of his dependability waned as I peeled off Tate's pajamas and was met by the unmistakable sheen of silver DUCT TAPE, holding my little one's diaper securely to his bum!

Don't ask...don't tell...

False Alarm

Ok, so this MRSA...Superbug...Staph scare has me freaked out. And they say to look for anything that may resemble a boil or spider bite.

So my breath caught in my throat this afternoon as my eyes were drawn to a suspicious looking red bump on the back of Tate's head right at the base of his skull!

Upon closer inspection, however, it was deemed to be leftover ravioli from todays' lunch.

Whew!

Wisdom from the Potty

It was another harried morning, and we were running late as has been our trend the past few days of preschool. Reese and Tate were successfully dressed and ready to go so I turned my attention to Drue. I pried her few uneaten cheerios from her grasp and plopped her on the potty.

As I tried to convince her that now was not the time to sit and ponder life's mysteries, Tate began howling on the other side of the door, desperately wanting to come in and either topple headfirst into the tub, or gleefully climb the stepstool and brush his four front teeth.

I attempted to block him out as I sat on the edge of the tub and patiently waited for Drue to count out her last few pieces of toilet paper.

With the clock ticking, Tate crying, and one of the dogs barking to go outside, I sighed and commented, "Our life is pretty crazy isn't it Drue?".

"Uh-huh...it is," she replied, then added, "But my life is a beeeaaauuuutiful life!".

Pumpkin Patch: Take 2