Wednesday, October 31


Lots going on in our normally overly routine life. First of all, we had a wonderful weekend being spoiled by Nana. Food, shopping, new books, laughs, it was great. And we are excited to welcome more company tomorrow. The kids are in heaven with all of these people around to wake up early.
While Nana was here, we gave Jude his first haircut. It was nice to have a third person around. One person to hold him, one to cut, and one to take photos (obviously) and watch the girls. 

I know you all thought the tree hugger in me would just let his hair grow and be but, well, it was getting so long that I couldn't comb it in the 20 seconds he gives me and he was starting to look a bit on the wild side. So after much agonizing (me convincing George), we went for it.

It looks awesome and he looks like such a big kid with his new haircut. I am telling you, if you can, try to have kids with curly hair. It makes for the easiest home haircuts. All of the mistakes just curl up. 
Elsa surprised me the other day (as she always does). I asked her to go sign Grampa's birthday card and when I caught back up with her, this is what I found. 
Her first "E"! I am so proud. And this is what I heard her saying from the back seat while I was driving today, "Twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, twenty ten, thirty." Love the logic behind that.
Keeping watch, making sure Daddy doesn't miss a spot.
And that's about it. We are just enjoying life, the weather, and family until George starts school again. The madness all starts next week. 

Happy Halloween!

Sunday, October 28

A Fall Day

Here is a video of a few minutes of our wonderful weekend. Filmed by Nana, edited by no one. Just a real moment, a glimpse of childhood, one day in October.

It is my absolute favorite video to date.

Hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, October 23

Bathroom Words

Warning: Some bathroom words have been used in the writing of this post so if you are easily offended or more mature than I, this might not be the post for you.

My children are well into the middle of a major phase right now and I am just buying my time until it passes. The phase? Well, um, I think I would call it the poopoo phase? As in, they think saying the word poopoo is the funniest, most taboo thing in the entire universe. There is nothing funnier to them than screaming poopoo! at the top of their lungs. And they do it often. They take such joy saying it, laughing, then running to tell on one another, "Mom, Nyah said a bathroom word!" 
I hear the word coming from the closet as they play together, hear them tell each other to say it, "Elsa, say poopoo," and hear it in the van as we travel. Because every song has the potential for bathroom word use.

You are my poopoo
My only poopoo
You make me poopoo 
When skies are poopoo...

Twinkle, twinkle little poopoo...

Momma called the doctor and the doctor said,
"No more poopoos jumping on the bed!"

And that's just what I've hear this morning.

I have failed, somewhere, I have failed. My precious angelic little girls have potty mouths and I am sure poor Jude is soon to be corrupted. 
I remind them each time they let it fly that we only talk about those words in the bathroom and they get it, I think. I am just worried Nyah will go to school and recite the alphabet in he new favorite way...H I J K L M N O POOPOO.
So there you have it. We've lost all control over here. Why wasn't I warned of this phase? Or are my kids just extra special?

Monday, October 15

The Pu-kin Patch

Jude welcoming the girls back after their five minute hay ride. He was so happy to see them.
Our best attempt at a group photo. Ready, go.

Jude really liked watching his pumpkin roll off the bale of hay .
Success. Pumpkin gone.
Finally everyone is looking up. I call that a success.

Friday, October 12


While the young child was completely engrossed in emptying the box of colorful baggies, the mother was able move freely through the kitchen to prepare dinner for her entire family without the nuance of a small child crying and begging at her feet, causing heart ache to ache.
The mother was not forced to make the harsh decision to prepare the meal one handed, while the other bicep burned from the weight of the child, or to listen to the whimpers of a boy who wants his momma.
The family was then able to eat and nourish themselves with food she made, and they all lived happily ever after.

Monday, October 8

Finally Fall

If you need us, you can find us outside, soaking up as much of this perfect season as possible.
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