Happy Halloween

Halloween night - Nubbin is a bat and Fafa wanted to be a race car driver. I made Nubbin's costume out of an umbrella and Daddy made the hat with light up red LED's with the ears on top. Nubbin didn't wear the hat for long, but it was the coolest part of this whole costume.

Preschool Halloween parade for Fafa's class - dinosaur costume was too cute and he kept pulling it up because it was too long in the back.

I'm the room parent for Nubbin's kindergarten and took pics of the kids before the book character parade (the public school's version of a Halloween parade)... Fafa wanted to be part of the party too and he wouldn't get out of the picture :)

This side up only

Husband picked up Fafa by his waist and was trying to flip him upside down. However, Fafa forgot to mention that he had been playing in the neighbor's sandbox and had decided to put sand in his shirt pocket to 'save for later.' heehee. sandy daddy :)

The bird did it

The boys are really into 'karate' and kicking and being boys which means wanting to hit anything that has a pulse. or not. I'm reading to them the other night and all the sudden Fafa blurts out, 'When I see a robin, I'm going to kick him in the butt!' To which the other one chimes in, 'And when he's finished, I'm going to throw the robin through the window and he's going to hit a tree!'

Alarmed at this sudden burst of violence towards a seemingly gentle foe, I asked them, 'So, you really want to hurt a little bird? Don't you think that's a little harsh?' In my best moral mommy voice, I added 'and that's not very nice to treat animals like that.'

Shocked looks greeted my soapbox lecture and the boys both chimed in, 'NOT a bird, a ROBIN!!' All the sudden it became very clear. They MEANT to say, robber not robin. 'OH! I think you meant ROBBER, not robin.'

'YEAH!!! that's it!! we're going to kick the robin in the butt'... Hilarious child laughter ensues followed by a grown up sigh of relief after realizing that my kids may NOT be destined for jail.

The berry patch

Husband took the kids to Buckwheat farms for strawberry picking

getting friendly with the locals

Nubbin and his best friend from preschool... Nubbin's got the hang of the whole 'smile for the camera' thing :)

Run! Fafa, RUN!!!

I'm using the fluffiest part of my mind

Nubbin is doing that thing that I find genuinely adorable in all kids. He's making stuff up. hopefully, it won't spill over into more little white lies... more on that in another post. He was describing his newest 'environmentally friendly' gun the other night while we were getting ready for bed. Apparently, it could make rainbows along with shooting grass, sticks and other weapons of mass destruction...

Today, while we were having some quiet time, I hear him playing with the Lego creation he's just made and I look over at him just to watch what he's doing. He sees me and gives a sheepish grin and says, 'mommy, I'm just using my mind. I'm okay. It's my imagination.' heehee... you don't have to explain creativity to me, son... I'm more than happy to just observe.

snowball fight!

Yes, it snowed again this weekend. It was the kind of wet snow that was good for making snowballs and snow men. My attempt at a snowman is already melting and the kids abandoned me shortly after I started making it, but I had fun and for a short time, so did the kids...

I've learned that I love snow more than the rest of the family... Husband has an excuse, being from Buffalo and all, but the kids just don't realize what they're missing out on.

Paci trashy party

Fafa finally throws away his paci's... He went back to the trash several times, but I got smart with the 1st born and had immediately thrown some icky leftovers on the paci's so as to make them less desirable...

Cute cake shot :)

Look Ma, no paci!

After several months of threatening to take away Fafa's paci, he decided one day that he wanted to throw them out. I kept asking, 'Don't you want to wait until tomorrow?' That, of course, was the mom in me not wanting to lose my precious baby.

But he was pretty firm about wanting to throw them out, so we celebrated with a cake and candles. He kept saying, 'momma, it's not my birthday today, but it is...' Clearly, he was slightly confused about the candles, but I thought they added a nice touch. That night, as expected, was pretty bad, but he finally fell asleep and has only asked for it a couple of times... we're free!