Trunk-Or-Treat 2010

The Royal Family.

We had to get a shot of Prince Philip with his helmet on...not that it stayed on his head.

Do you see the sparkly pink princess tennis shoes? Jamie's a total sucker. The went to Target today and they came home with three pair of shoes.

Ahhh...the handsome prince fighting to protect his lady's honor.

Pumpkinville (two weeks late)

It was FREEZING with a Capital "F" when we went on Gav's field trip to pumpkinville (which is a total misnomer, but I'll get to that later.) Thankfully my friend, Stacy, had a bag of hand-me-downs, which included this darling hat. Too bad Laynie wouldn't pose.

Have you ever seen a cuter chicken? It reminded me of the costumes that samba dancers wear. You know, the type with the rows and rows of fringe down the pant legs?

This is our buddy, Titan. Yep. He's a big, slobbery camel. Gavin fed an entire bad of feed to him. Gav's cool with drool.

This is Gavin with some members of his class. The kid on his left is Matthew, his "brother." Don't worry he's not actually mine, but Gav would like to adopt him.

Gav going for speed on the super-crappy, super-bumpy slide. Pumpkinville is in Leesberg. That means that it's a little more hicktown than Cox Farms. (Nothing against all the Lesebergs we love though!)

See! I do have a friend! Laynie likes Stacy better than me too. In fact, she ran and jumped in Stacy's arms on Sunday when she saw her at church. I guess I'm just not that awesome any more.

Gav decided it was cooler to ride with his friends than with his mom (isn't he a tad young for that?). I did get a couple of fantastic shots from my trailer into his, which made it well worth being separated from my four-year-old for a few minutes.

See how red Gav's nose is? That's because it was cold! And after two hours in the weather he finally decided to put his sweater on. No amount of begging (or bribing) on my part could convince him.

Best picture of Laynie. Yeah...she's sassy. Check out that pout!

Pumpkinville is really just the Leesberg Zoo in disguise. And by Zoo I mean farm animals plus a few monkeys (and a camel...I guess Titan should count). The pumpkins for pumpkinville came in three cardboard boxes as you exit the park. Yep. And it's still called Pumpkinville.

Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

BEFORE:

AFTER:

The good news is that this isn't the worst hair cut I've had. Anyone remember the Heidi Klum fiasco? If not click here.

My nine inches of hair is safely enveloped and waiting to be addressed. I just hope that Pantene will be able to use it.

Initial reactions:

• "Wow. You just aged five years."
• "It's okay. You just need more product."
• "I just want to know why." (Jamie)
• "It's ugly." (Gavin)
• " I want my hair cut!" (Laynie in tears)

It's done. It will grow back. It's too short to pull up in a pony tails (there are some really short layers). But it's all for a good cause, right? RIGHT?

Wuv Weft to Woose

Last week Gavin wandered around singing the lyrics to a song a didn't recognize. Perhaps that's because it sounded like "Wuv Weft to Woose." He and Laynie (aka Waynie) have a hard time with the "L" sound.

Finally I googled the lyrics (or what I thought I was hearing) and came up with a video from a band called Sons of Sylvia. The kids were entranced and built their own platform so they could watch it over and over and over again on my laptop.

Then they became the Sons of Sylvia. Laynie is apparently on vocals (with a lip gloss mic) and Gav...I guess he's playing the violin. When I tried to correct his axe and sword hold, he convinced me that was exactly the way they held it in Love Left Lose.

Here's a link to the video. You can decide for yourself.

Cake Balls for Breakfast

Laynie is a world class thief! I helped with a baby shower last week, making a few treats and attempting chocolate covered cake balls. They didn't look like much, but they tasted great!

Saturday morning I heard my fridge chirping (it does that if you leave the door open too long) and found this waiting for me:

She got the stool, opened the fridge, pulled out the tupperware of left over (which really means too ugly to serve) cake balls and helped herself to a few.

I wasn't kidding when I said they were too ugly to serve. Here's the recipe and a picture of what they are supposed to look like, if you're interested. Out of the 50+ that I made, I had maybe thirty that actually looked like balls and not...well...chocolate covered turd.

So it's done...sort of

The painters finished last week, and I've almost got my house put back together. I've been a little nervous to put holes in my freshly painted walls. I've got some things hung - the things that went back in their old places - but I'm debating on placing the old things in new ways.

Whatever. Nothing's going in the dining room for now, so here's what it looks like:

And here's the laundry room. I personally think it's a VAST improvement over lime green with flip flop wallpaper stickers. But, that's just my opinion.