It's Fall!...or is it winter?

38 Degrees? Let's go to the Apple Orchard!

The good witch and her puppy:

Quiet kids are never good kids:

sleepover secrets:

e: (from the bathroom while sleepover/neighbor friend Montana is in family room) Mom, could you come here a moment please? (usually goes like this--MOM!!!! I NEED YOU TO WIPE MY TUSHIE!!!!! NOW PLEASE, I'M DONE!!!!!! MOM!!!!!)
m: What do you need?
e: Whispering: can you wipe my tush? but don't tell montana, she thinks I can wipe my own butt.
m: Oh, yeah, sure....it's our secret.

stinky baby:

e: mom, I have none angel kisses like buddy.
m: What do you mean, honey?
e: on his tummy, his angel kiss, I have none of those. (tiny birthmark near his button)
When I came out of your tummy, I was too stinky so the angels wouldn't kiss me.
m: oh, I see.
e: yeah, buddy was smelling good and the doctors cleaned him, so he got kissed from the angel.
m: oh, yes....but you got the cool scar.
e: yeah, that is cool too.

What, Me? Sick? No. Those aren't boogers all over my face, nope. And I don't have pink eye--not at all---you think my eyes are red??, no....it must be your eyes that are sick....I'm fine, totally fine--just hangin' here with my mom on a tuesday afternoon... chillin' with my bunny ears.

the world is not fair:

g: there's the sun, mama!, where the moon go, mama?
m: the moon is sleeping.
it's on the other side of the earth so that all the people on that side can go to sleep while we have daylight.
e: uhhhh [in whine tone], darn it! They get to stay up later than us?!

Home Alone: Days Three & Four

Day three: had pizza & wine with erica and allisun. did girlie stuff, nails, bridal magazines, talked politics and shopping. Slept. All by myself.

Day four: went to Ikea w/mom, organized closets, did dishes, vacuumed, updated picture frames, watched grey's, went to neighbor's b-day bash.....babies came home @ 10pm. Grant was sick, haven't slept at all since, not to mention, haven't slept by myself since.

I do love my babies, but had a lovely girl time.

Home Alone: Day Two

7:00am: wake up, only have to get self ready to leave...total breeze!
5:30pm: meet bf-jules at mall. have 2 glasses of wine, get ears pierced, try on 10 pairs of jeans-buy one pair, buy super cute red heels, get locked in macy's, contemplated stealing $100 pair of jeans, decided not to, finally was able to leave.
9:30pm: go home, feed dogs, ebay, sleep. all by myself.

Home Alone: Day One

8:00: family leaves
8:15-9:30: took a bath while watching grey's on the laptop propped up on the side of the tub
9:30-10:45: im'd friends I could have just as easily called on the telephone
10:45-6:30am: slept. all by myself.

Bill?

m: Grant, did you have a good day at bockie's (g'mas)?
g: yep.
r: what did you do?
g: play outside.
m: did you have a nap?
g: yep.
m: did you have lunch?
g: yep.
m: did you go pick ella up from school?
g: yep.
m: did you have a fun time with bockie annie?
g: yep.
r: is your name bill?
g: um...nope.

It's a beautiful day!

School Spirit!

(note: watch grant, he is SO the weird little brother)

Dearest Ella & Grant,
You ARE NOT infants. It is no longer okay for you to wake at 2, 3 and 4 am every night. Really, this is getting ridiculous. Daddy and I are tired. Ok, I know I'm the sucker who lets you come into our bed, but really, I'm only doing it so I don't have to hear "mama? mama? mama! mama, open da doooor, mama-I seep in mama's bed! I cos eyes! mama, I niiiice....mama?!" at 2, 3 and 4 am. When I do give in and you do snuggle-up in bed, just one of you, it's fine, it's cozy- I really do love it. But, when it's both of you and the two dogs, you leave me and daddy all of 3-1/2 inches of space to try and muster up a little REM. You are not thirsty. You have 4 nah-nahs in your crib. There are no monsters, remember, we have monster spray. You both have lovely bedrooms. I urge you to reconsider this plot against your parents.

With love,
Your v-e-r-y sleepy mama

Worth a thought:

"Pain is inevitable, Misery is optional, Joy is a choice."
- Pastor John Ross, Wayzata Community Church, Sunday October 5th

Emptying dishwasher CAN be quite risky....
one must ensure they wear the appropriate head gear:

dog eat dog (or cat eat mouse) world:

m: tom & jerry are awfully mean to each other, aren't they?
e: well, tom's the mean one.
he tries to get jerry all the time so jerry has to be mean back.