For Halloween...

Now, usually I never think this far ahead, but this time I just couldn’t resist. This year, for Halloween, Micheal’s going to be a





Isn’t that just the cutest thing? And I made it just for him! (And I made the t-shirt, too.)




My due date is October 31st... Halloween.
Kinda funny, huh?

The cool thing about it is that when my mom was pregnant with me, her due date was Halloween also! But don't ask me what the sex of the baby will be, I have no idea, and I have no interest in finding out, either. We had so much fun with the surprise with Micheal that I can't imagine it any other way again this time.

Easter Wonderland

So, I know I’m a little late, but better late than never, right?

Our Easter weekend was great! We have had so many weekends where one is gone or there are lots of people here, we decided that this weekend we wouldn’t go anywhere. Well, we did go to the annual Easter Egg Hunt, and that was really fun, too. Really cold, but still really fun.
Here’s the first picture, before running around the masses of people looking for free Easter eggs.

Then one with Daddy, who braved all the people with Micheal... eagerly waiting for the word GO!

Then, after running around for eggs… Notice the cool new shades... He just had to have them. They are really cool, though.

Then we came home, and we got to watch the amazing snow! Even though it stuck to the ground at other houses, our yard stayed green. But, it sure was a pretty way to get the grass wet!

Hope that your weekend had at least as many smiles and laughs as ours did!!

Stuck

Yesterday, I picked my child up from his school, only to be told that he had a "goody bag" from another child's birthday party that day. Immediately, several things ran through my mind. Parties mean sugar, sugar means short naps, short naps mean bad moods, and bad moods lead to early bed times for little ones. When we got into the car the goody bag had to be opened. Once it was opened, all of the contents came out, one by one. First to come out, a piece of bubble gum. Mommy quickly intervened and said no to that one. Next was a green apple Blow Pop. Which means more gum. Again, with more tears from the boy, and a promise for "after dinner", that one got put away also. By the time we had gotten home, he had found the two long strips of tiny stickers. To which he immediately started putting on. But, with my child, you can't have just one. You have to have them all. And this is what we ended up with.

When we went to take them off to go to bed, we put them on a piece of paper, which is what he immediately went looking for the minute after he woke up. And back on the legs they went. Until they started falling off, and then he put them all on a toy. And then took them all off and now they are on my floor. Yeah.

Last thought... Who puts gum in a goody bag for two year olds?

Copy Cat

We eat dinner…

I take a bite, he takes a bite.
I put down my fork, he puts down his fork.
I take a drink, he takes a drink.
I put down the cup, he puts down the cup.
I pick up the drink again, he picks up the drink again.

And so the game plays on.

We go outside…

I have on tennis shoes, he wants on his tennis shoes.
But if he has on tennis shoes and I have on flip-flops, then we have to change his shoes because he wants his flip-flops on, too!

We get dressed in the morning…

Daddy puts on a grey shirt, Micheal wants a grey shirt.



And the fun continues… But, hey, it’s fun while it lasts!

Apologies

I'm really bad at this too many irons in the fire issue.

I have too many things going on right now, and not enough forethought to write them down when I think about them.

We've bought a new truck and gotten rid of the old junky monster.
We've had issues with the purchase of this truck with the dealership and the things that they have said they would do and haven't done yet.

We've completely finished potty-training at our house, and since December had only three accidents in bed, all of them minor.

We've been visited by in-laws and visited family at their house.

We've still not adjusted to this time change, and it is harder to get a little boy to sleep when it's only been dark for ten minutes instead of two hours.

And lastly, my husband went on a week long drive and back to California with his parents to pick up my youngest brother in law, hopefully to return on Thursday night, latest on Friday.
It's not like I don't know how to take care of myself, my child and my house all by myself, it's just nicer to have someone here at home.

Better posts are coming, when I remember to write them down. I promise.