Happy Halloween

We went to our Stake trunk or treat last night. I am happy to report that this year went a lot better than last. Grace did really well with the crowd and even let go of my hand when she went up to the trunks to trick or treat. Jack on the other hand... he fell asleep on the way there and didn't quite wake back up, he was very somber. He did do some trick or treating. Every trunk he went to when they put the candy in his bucket he stood there and took it out and looked at it, almost like he was making sure they gave him an acceptable treat. It was a good time for the kids.

Grace was a beautiful princess and told us that jack was her pet monkey.

Seasons Change

There is nothing more perfect than wearing a sweater on a crisp day, listening to the Carpenters christmas while baking pumpkin cookies with my kids. Welcome, my favorite season.

Pumpkin Patch

Jon and Sandy took us to a pumpkin patch on Saturday with Cara, Camille and all of the kids. It was actually a really nice day. We went on a train ride, a hay ride, and got to enjoy the property. The kids had fun, but they always do when they get together. They bought the kids each a pumpkin, which means we now have to do pumpkin carving - we will do that soon.

Makin' Cookies

Chomp, Chomp, Chomp

I have a huge phobia of sharks. I will not go into the ocean. I will not go into a pool. I sometimes have a difficult time in the shower (strangely not the tub). I blame my father for letting me see Jaws at a young age.

Today Jack was running around the house trying to eat Grace. He was chasing her with his mouth opened making a chomping noise. I was in the pantry when I felt a little boy by my leg. It was jack pretending to eat me, making that awful sound. I got very scared. Then it occurred to me that maybe my fear of sharks is a fear of being eaten. Or maybe I was scared cause I thought Jack was somewhere else and then I see a little redheaded boy next to me in a dark closet.

This Was No Arnold/Danny

I believe that everyone has a twin. Today I saw my Grandpa Curtis's twin. I was driving home and passing me on the other side of the street was Grandpa Curtis - on a motor scooter. This man had white hair, while grandpa does have a little salt, he is mostly pepper. This man was wearing a plaid shirt and a jean jacket. I think that no man should wear a jean jacket, and while this style seemed to be the trend in the 80's, no trend was a good trend in the 80's, and I am sure that my grandfather would agree. But aside from a few flaws this man was my grandfather. It made me sad. I miss my grandparents and now I am really excited to see them next month.

Cookies

When Grace was younger she spent a week with my parents. When she came back she kept saying things were in her ear. I didn't understand until I mentioned this to my dad. He told me that he pretended to pull cookies out of her ear. Every now and then she would come over to Me or Clint and say she thought she had a cookie in her ear. This I thought was cute.

Fast forward a few years, and a Jack later...

A few months ago I was changing Jacks diaper and he told me cookie diaper. He insisted that what was in his diaper was a cookie. I don't know where this came from, he hadn't seen my dad, and I am quite sure that my dad would not confuse the two. Since then every time I change his diaper, he tells me cookie diaper.

I am just glad that he knows the difference between cookie diapers and real cookies.

Todays Art Project

You Have To Pick Your Battles

Grace thinks she is sneaky. Grace used to ask me if she could have treats that are in our cupboard, like chocolate chips, or when she used to get them, potty treats, and when I said no, she would get them anyways. She would go into the pantry and close the door and be in there for a little bit, and always come out with a smirk on her face, like she just got away with something. Of course I knew what she was doing, but I think it is important for her to feel like she just did something cool (yes disobedient).

She tried to do this again today. I let the kids have a piece of cake today, and I left the rest out on the counter because I planned on throwing it out - I don't need to be eating any. Grace asked if she could have the rest, I told her no. For about 20 minutes she kept telling me that she liked chocolate frosting, and again kept asking if she could have some. Only during these 20 minutes, she made about 10 trips to the kitchen, and always came back with chocolate on her breath, crumbs on her face and fingers, and a smirk on her face.