Worst Day Ever.

I was several bites into my breakfast when I looked down at the rest of it and saw this:

Lesson: don’t believe husband when he says it’s ok to not put your ultimately delicious homemade pumpkin pie into the fridge.

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I’m not one for holiday posts…

But I did carve this sweet pumpkin of my children’s hands.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Too much chips gonna break your bed

Today Aaron had some chips. And when I say some, I mean at least half a bag of sour cream and onion Lays. And then there was the candy. You know, like 10 halloween sized pieces. All within an hour.

Now I am not one to judge, as I am not known for my health habits, but tonight when we all went to sit on the edge of our bed to read stories at bedtime there was a thump as we were dropped several inches. That’s right, when my husband sat on the bed, he broke the frame. The metal frame. So awesome.

[Before you think I am totally jerky, he practically begged me to write this. But I would have anyway, so maybe I am pretty jerky.]

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Daily Jeopardy Quiz

Answer: Your two small children holding hands.

Question: What is cute at any time other than 2:45am in your bed?

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Must be genetic.

Sorry kid.

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Happy Birthday Harmon!

(and sorry your mother posted about Halloween before your birthday. if you need therapy later I will pay for it.)

Harmon turned TWO on the 24th of October. It is hard to believe. Harmon loves: cars, talking non-stop, eating candy, playing outside, body-slamming his parents, playing cars, firetrucks, ambulances, police cars, construction vehicles, Leah, reading books, his dad, and cars. Harmon doesn’t love: going to bed, eating healthy food, his sister touching his cars, going to the potty as often as his parents make him. Harmon: sleeps (at least some of the night) in his toddler bed, is potty trained, and is the sweetest guy ever. We pretty much like him and plan on keeping him.

For his birthday he went to The Bouncy Place, then came home to have firetruck cake and open presents. Many of his favorite people were able to attend including girlfriend Leah, Uncle Caelin, Aunt Eden, Momo, Grammy, and G-Pop. Good times were had by all.


(he looks so sullen here, probably worn out from the morning of jumping…)

Happy Birthday Harmon, we love you!

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The Best Holiday of the Year

(no offense other holidays, I like you too.)

It is no secret that I love Halloween. I love it the most. Maybe it’s because I like candy, but mostly it’s because I like costumes and parties. And candy. The love started at an early age. In elementary school I loved creating my own costume ideas including someone escaped from the insane asylum and a giant tv. Probably my love of pumpkin carving was started by my parents in elementary school as well. By the time I reached college I often could be found carving pumpkins EVERY day in October, working on a Halloween farm, and getting paid to carve more pumpkins. Excellent costumes have included a fooseball player, a teletubby, Angelina Jolie (while pregnant), and a magic 8 ball (also while pregnant). Fortunately I married someone who is willing to indulge me in my love of Halloween, even if it requires him to wear ridiculous costumes. Ladies and gentleman, I give you Halloween 2010:


(if the pillow is falling out of your costume, your friends really should tell you)


Sammy believes in magic. And french fries.


Harmon believes in red lollipops, and Sammy should watch out for creepy clowns behind her.


A slightly better shot from the day before. But just remember, even Ronald, Grimace, Fry Guys, and The Hamburglar have to pay for their meals at McDonalds. Bust!

P.S. Because I get asked a lot: I did make all the costumes. Except Harmon’s tie. Aaron made that.

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First steps

Sammy took her first steps today.  They were tentative 1-2 fall into your arms type of things, but we also got a couple of 3-4s in there too.  We’ll get more in before the night is over.

Harmon wasn’t to be left out and kept running into my arms to be thrown up and climbing on Mommy’s back.  The hardest part for Sammy was avoiding him.  She’s well on her way, and will be consistent before her scheduled November 1 first walk day.  That was the day Harmon walked, and he took off running 14-15 steps on the first day.

He hasn’t slowed down, but Sammy’s ahead of him, if a bit smaller.

It started out with Harmon running to my arms yelling “It’s Dayya” (He does that every time I come out of the office, it’s great) but he bonked his mouth or nose on my shoulder and needed some consoling from Mommy.  I took the girl and she “walked” around with me (holding my fingers), her favorite thing to do.

Okay, second favorite.  I commented that she had a distinct forward lean, no doubt from grammy’s shopping cart toy (ask Kelsey for more details about that, it was supposed to disappear, and I think it still might.)

Harmon consoled, and Kelsey’s arms free, I walked Sammy over to her, and let her go.  After a couple tries, she got the hang of it, doing the 1-2-fall-into-your-arms.  I said “that counts” but Kelsey disagreed.  So Sammy took a couple more, a couple times more to convince her.

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Say Whats

Last week I found myself having this conversation with Harmon:

Harmon: Harmon needs celery!
Me: No celery until you finish your Cap’n Crunch!
Harmon: Yeah.
Aaron: Daddy thinks you want bologna.
Me: I think so too.
Harmon: Yeah.

And then I overheard this while Aaron was putting Harmon to bed (often a 45 min process):
Harmon: Harmon needs that blanket!
Aaron: No, we’re sharing.
Harmon: Harmon needs that pillow!
Aaron: You already have two, this one is mine.
Harmon: Harmon needs that blanket!
Aaron: No, we’re sharing!!
Harmon: Harmon needs help.
Aaron: You need me to help you take the blanket away from me?
Harmon: Yeah.

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Sometimes I wish I was a celebrity

Most because then the paparazzi would have taken a sweet picture of me getting my brows threaded at the mall with Harmon strapped into an umbrella stroller eating ritz crackers (and complaining) while Sammy squirmed around (and complained) trying to escape from my lap.  It would have been awesome.

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