Sunday, October 31, 2010

A blast I tell ya...


Halloween was a blast.

Before the big day, we decided to do something different with our pumpkins (got the idea from Adri). We let the kids paint them since carving is a little above their ability right now. And paint they did! These pictures don't show how MUCH paint is on these babies. It took a few days to dry. We did carve the Mom and Dad pumpkins with the kids on Saturday - Kelly wanted ours to be silly and Max wanted Ty to do a wolverine jack-o-lantern.





This picture doesn't do Ty's Wolverine justice...it was awesome

I don't really know why I think I can do these things that I've never attempted before, but I decided to make the kid's costumes this year. Well, I made them last year, but those didn't take a whole lot of skill or time to make. This year's costumes brought on a whole new world of sewing for me. (I called my mom on the video phone several times and she cut out pieces of paper to show me how the fabric should look when I cut out the sleeves and each leg of the pants, plus other helpful tips. Thanks, Momma!)

I love this picture - pure happiness on those little faces

Max to the Max decided (after MUCH deliberation for SEVERAL months) that he was going to be a soldier. *Oh, and I just have to add that when he put his costume on for the first time, he kept walking slowly past me all over the house and then would ask, "Did you just see me?" Get it? 'Cause he's camouflaged. :) I told him he'd have to get where he could blend in for that to happen...so there was a lot of laying close to the green couch and green bean bag with shouts of "Can you even see me?!" this weekend.*
I wish you could see the U.S. ARMY letters I painstakingly cut out and sewed onto the pockets on his chest. But do note the knife pocket by his ankle, and there is a pocket on his other leg, about halfway down, for a pistol - those were the two things Max insisted (after examining several of his little army men) that he have on his costume.

This boy means business. And, oh my gosh, I wish you could have seen his excitement when I did his face paint. The boy was OVERjoyed.

You definitely should not smile when you're giving your best army man pose

Kell Bo Bell had a hard time deciding between Jesse from Toy Story and Tinkerbell, but we watched a Tinkerbell movie just as it was decision time, so Tink won out.
A WINK from TINK...she busted her best wink out without being asked. Girl's got some personality.

I took the material off of some pink wings we'd had forever from the dollar store, bent the wire how I wanted it, put some white knee-highs I'd never worn over the wings, and added some glitter glue.

I could never get the perfect picture of her lashes; I put mascara on them for the first time...I'd been wanting to do that since she was 6 months old. Totally worth the wait :) they are amazing lashes.


I know, another one of Kelly. I like all of these pictures of her. It's a mom/daughter thing.

Everett D got to wear the lion costume Max wore when he was a babe (didn't make this one).
Oh my goodness, he's delicious. Putting make-up on a 9-month-old is a bit of a (smeared) trick.

All of those hours of sewing and they only got to wear the costumes for a little while. :) Actually, my kids are dress-up fanatics, so these will go in the dress-up box and will be loved and worn for a long time to come.

We went to the Trunk or Treat at Church last night and weren't going to go out tonight (partly because it's Sunday, partly because I was feeling lazy, partly because they didn't even go to all of the cars last night before they were done getting candy and just wanted to pass it out). But at 7:50, Max turns to me with a sad/panicked look after we answered the door for more trick-or-treaters and said, "When are WE going to go trick-or-treating?" So we threw on costumes and went to a few houses in the neighborhood. A few of our sweet neighbors said, "We've been waiting for you to come!" Max and Kelly are very friendly with the neighbors, so I was glad that we went.
Hanging in the car while Dad passed out the rest of the candy...

I am so not scared of you, little lion...but I DO want to kiss your face lots

Ty's super sweet stand-by "costume" for the past 8 years or so - a weird hat with weird red hair

After Trunk or Treat, we came home to have the traditional hot chocolate and donuts (we added sitting by the fire this year) and talk about how much fun we had.
I love Halloween with my kids! I just might sew costumes again next year? It's kind of like childbirth, the memory of the pain fades when you have the happy end result and times passes.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Punkin Patch

We gave Minder Farms another shot this year. If you'll recall, last year we trudged through a field of mostly rotted pumpkins before picking some out of a bin grocery-store-style. This year we himmed and hawed and even sat in the parking lot with our fancy-pants iphones, looking up other pumpkin patches in other towns, trying to decide if we should venture further to a sweeter patch. But it was close to Ev's nap time, we weren't sure if the weather was going to hold out, or if it would be worth the drive...so Minder Farms won our business for another year.
This year they didn't even keep up pretenses of letting us walk through a field of rotted pumpkins - the bins were it. Rats. Like the kids care, though. They were pleased as punch to sort through and find their perfect pumpkin. Heck, they would have been thrilled with getting one from Wal-Mart. We loaded our "pumpkin family" (as Kelly refers to them) on the wagon provided by Mr. Minder for transport to the car (try finding THAT at the grocery store...oh wait, it's called a cart...hmmmm).



We took a few photos with the farm in the background which, for some reason, makes my heart happy, added 6 ears of corn picked an hour before from their corn field to our purchases (ha! now there's something you couldn't get at the grocery store), and wheeled the kids on out of there. Success!


If you look closely, you can see Kelly's hand on the side of Everett's head, turning him to look at the camera :)

Dandelion compliments of my firstborn. That boy LOVES to pick flowers for his momma.

But next year we're trekking to a sweeter pumpkin patch with a hay ride no matter what...or maybe we'll just go to Wal-Mart.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Ev to the Ev

The happiest part of my day so far was downloading pictures and finding these, presumably taken by the older sis:


Cute, right? That gummy smile gets me every time. But these next two pictures I really LoVe...


These last few pictures were taken by yours truly on an idyllic fall afternoon in the backyard with my peeps. Man, this little face! Lights up my life fo' sho'. I love that big noggin.


Monday, October 18, 2010

I am SO going to miss this

The other day I was cleaning up after dinner, listening to my kids playing in the family room. I don't remember what they were saying, but it was really cute and I was smiling. Then I looked down at the floor and saw the mess they'd made of their dinner and that I was going to have to sweep. I sighed contentedly, though, because I know that there will be a day that I will miss THIS. I will miss this stage of my life even though it's one of the most demanding things I've ever done.

It got me thinking about how the same phrase can communicate a whole range of emotions from me on different days:

*sigh* "I'm going to miss this." Moments like the one mentioned above, or when my kids randomly tell me they love me and throw their little arms around my neck, or when they say something hilarious, or when we are all snuggled in my bed in the morning following the conversation wherever their little 2 and 4-year-old little minds take us

"I'm going to miss this." Simple fact, usually when I realize I need to store a memory for the future

"I'm going to miss this...right?" After I've taken three kids who are still in car seats to three or four different stores - buckling, unbuckling, keeping them from touching everything, putting them in and out of the cart 10 times because they want to walk - wait, not anymore - wait, they want to walk again, now Kelly's throwing a fit because Max won't stop looking at her...and then noticing an older couple smile fondly at my chaos (at least that's what I tell myself they're doing...they aren't laughing inside, are they?)

"I'm going to miss THIS?!" Cleaning up the hundreds of army men for the 5th time that day, listening to the kids yell and make each other cry, laundry, spilled milk on freshly mopped floors, not more than 2 minutes going by without being asked a question

No matter which kind of day it's been - *sigh* . ? !? - I am so glad to be a mom. This is what I've always wanted to be. Sure, I'm doing school right now so that I can have a degree and some kind of profession after my kids are raised. But THIS is what I wanted to be when I grew up. I'm not perfect at it, but gosh darn it...I love it!

Monday, October 11, 2010

My Bo-Bell

I feel privileged to be this little lady's mom. I don't know what it is, but I feel like I am falling even more in love with her these days.I do have some news to share on the Kelly front: sister is potty-trained! We'd been talking about potty-training for a few months and had even bought some underwear, but she didn't seem anxious and so I wasn't either! Like I don't have enough going on...potty training seemed like too much. Two weeks ago, on a Sunday evening, we put the last pull-up on her - as in, it was the last one in the bag. I thought about going first thing in the morning to get more and then decided to give underwear a shot.

Up went the balloons (again, thanks for the idea, Carrie!) and underwear, up went the potty charts, out came some stickers. I told Ty as we were going to bed, "I feel like Kelly is a total wild card. Either she's going to do really well or she's going to dig her heels in and it's not going to happen." Even though we only had one accident the first day and one or two the second day, I still wasn't sure which it was going to be. Half of the time it was exciting, the other half was drama. BUT the very first night she insisted on sleeping in underwear and stayed dry all night! The second night she wet the bed...but hasn't since. Two days in she started telling me when she needed to go. Girl ROCKED the potty training. As in, she's totally potty trained. Yep, you read that right. She's done. I have a full-fledged underwear-wearin' little woman in my house!

In fact, that weekend (5 days in) was our half marathon. I decided to go underwear all the way - the 3-hour car ride there and back, the time with a babysitter who would have two other kids to look after...what can I say, I was feeling brave. BUT she had been doing really well, so I felt confident. Right before the race started I took her to the PORT-A-POTTY, not knowing how that was going to go down at all. We stood in the long line, went in, Kelly asked why people threw garbage in the potty, told her not to look, sat her down, she went and we were out of there! What?! I was so surprised. Then found out that during the race she braved the port-a-potty a second time with our babysitter.

Man, I should have tried this months ago! My mom told me I was her easiest, too. I guess that's one of the great aspects of a determined personality!

What the picture below doesn't show is how meticulous she was in getting the stickers on just right. If it was twisted or off to the side, she'd pull it off and reapply until it was right where she wanted it. Oh my. Like mother, like daughter all right. This chart is all filled up and last week she was able to get a princess castle (her prize of choice). Gotta love ROSS for toys. It came with a prince and a princess...she and Max have spent many hours with that castle. I'm sure glad my boy can put down his guns, swords, and wolverine claws long enough to enjoy a purple and pink princess castle with his little sister!

Way to go, Kell Bo Bell!

AND I have to add a few pictures from her final "swimming lesson". I say "swimming lesson" because she never let the teacher touch her. She stayed on the steps the whole time, every time. That part of her personality comes from her dad. She's much more introverted than her momma. And I rather like it. Maybe that means she'll be a home body and never leave me. :) She's already said that she doesn't want to get older and be a mom because she knows I want her to stay little forever.

She kept climbing out and doing this...made me laugh


Saturday, October 09, 2010

Just thinkin'...

I've had some thoughts floating around in this head of mine for the past few weeks and I want to write them down.

A few weeks ago we had Stake Conference. I was attending Saturday night's adult session with Ty and Everett. Ev had had a weird day and I knew it wouldn't be too pleasant for the babysitter if I left him. He's a roamer these days, so I spent a lot of time toward the back of the gym. At one point I looked at the sea of hair (remember, I was in the back of the room) and I was overcome with love and emotion for all of the people under that hair. I looked at them, looking at the speaker, listening to the words being said...they came because they are trying to do what is right and want to have the Spirit and want to know how to improve. We are all just trying to make it in this world, doing the very best that we can to be good people, be kind, and return to live with Heavenly Father. There is never a need for me to judge someone based on decisions that they make. Even the wrong decisions are generally not made because we think, "I think I will ruin my life and the lives of those that I love today" or "I think that I want to hurt her feelings". We are all just trying to make it in this world, folks. Lets lift and love and support one another, no matter how different our approach may be. Well, that's the message I got...a message for me packed with a whole lotta love for everyone I see.

I can't explain why that thought was suddenly so powerful for me, or how many other thoughts and ideas it evoked, but it was followed-up by a Prophet of God at the Relief Society General Broadcast. I think God is trying to tell me something and I have loved the message. Please do yourself a favor if you weren't able to attend and read this talk here. It is life-changing and wonderful! I just got teary-eyed skimming over it when I was posting the link.

I bore my testimony during fast and testimony meeting (click to the left to read more about testimony meeting) at Church this month. I've been bothered by something I said ever since. I said something that I have really worried sounded self-righteous. I NEVER want to come across as self-righteous, especially when I'm sharing my heart in a testimony to a group of people who know me on different levels and may have taken it wrong. Should I get up and apologize? I don't think that's appropriate. I kind of want to call every member of my ward and tell them that I don't think I'm all that great or that I have life more figured out than the next guy. In fact, I am just trying my best which isn't all that wonderful most days.

I was able to renew my temple recommend (click to the left to read more about temples) this month. Man, I love that. I love answering those questions. I love searching my heart, finding that I come up short, but realizing that I am striving and that the Savior will make up the difference. I love that my best feels good enough. I love proclaiming my testimony of the Savior and His gospel with a simple word. I love the temple and can't wait for Everett to go without me long enough so that I can attend again. (Ev, if you're reading this, I'm sorry if you're feeling rushed. It's not that I don't love you, brother. It's just that I wish you'd love a bottle once a month or more.)

I need more sleep. That's another thought that's been swimming around. I stay up late doing school work and get up way too early to do some more. It's good, albeit a little rough. I really like the classes I'm taking. And now my head is swimming because it's 11:45 p.m. and I should have been in bed an hour ago. I needed to get this out of my head and onto my blog before checking out tonight. Thanks for listening, friends...or blog...or future generations...whoever spends enough time to get through all of this. :)