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Pumpkin Patch + 85 Degrees = Fesitively Wrong

9 Oct

What the? It was fall weather when I went to sleep last night. As I dreamt of picking the perfect pumpkin, hay rides and apple cider, the temperature was supposed to drop, setting the stage to bring my dream to life.

Well, part of the dream came true. We had a great time with our friends, the Combee family, at Washington Farms but sweated through pumpkin picking, jumpy jumping (where Andrew got in trouble for doing what the video below captures), cow-train riding, goat feeding and pig racing. Hoo-wee. Nothing like a happy and hot fall day.

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Wheel Barrow Princess

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Pumpkin Patch Princess Gets a Lift

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Perusing the Pumpkin Patch with Pals

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Pumpkin Patch Pose

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Pumpkins!

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Hot Hay Ride

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Jelly Bean Cow for the Bean

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Headless Annabelle Cow for the Boy

It's called a jumping pillow and it's awesome!

 

Hair, Teeth and Mini-Golf

9 Oct

To share in the kids’ fall break from school, Andrew and I took a fall day off from work. The day off meant quality time with the kids and checking a few things off the to-do list. Those do’s included a hair cut for Nia and a hair color for momma, a Nia dentist visit and then (a non-do) a rad game of glow-in-the-dark miniature golf.

When I asked Nia what her favorite thing was that day, she surprised me by answering, “Going to the dentist.” The one place where I didn’t get a picture.

 

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Having fun waiting for my hair color to work its magic.

 

 

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Goofy Girls

 

 

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Cut and color complete!

 

 

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Glow-in-the-Dark Mini-Golf Fun

 

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Come out, come out, wherever you are

7 Oct

I hear it but can’t find it. “Choo-choo.” It taunts me as I search in the dark of Nate’s room while he sleeps. I don’t even really know what it is. “Choo-choo.” I pause. Hold my breath. Direct my better ear to where I think I – “choo-choo.” Wait. Did that come from in Nate’s room or not?

I walk out of the room and head toward the living room. I freeze and search and freeze and search for what seems like forever and finally decide to go to bed. Of course, that’s when I hear it again.

I walk to the hallway and go to Nia’s room this time. Nothing. But it sounds so close! I sneak back into Nate’s room and start silently searching again. This time it becomes more difficult because the ridiculousness of it all strikes me as funny and I struggle to muffle my laugh. The “choos” continue.

Andrew assists in the search but still nothing. We decide to surrender for the night. After all, it had been going off for hours and hadn’t disturbed the kids, it should be ok. Yes, it still disturbed me, but I knew I needed to be well-rested to defeat the noisy, sneaky object.

It wasn’t until my ears woke up to the never-ceasing – “choo-choo” – that I figured out where the toy was hiding. It had been chilling out amongst their bathroom books all night. Choo-choo, I found you.

 

 

Peek a Book

 

And, introducing the “choo” that didn’t end – until I ended it.

Worse Than a Horror Movie

4 Oct

I felt the blood leave my face. The goosebumps broke a new record in how fast they appeared on me. I dramatically yelled for Andrew to save us all from the two black widow spiders and their eggs living in our garage. It was the first of three major insect sightings we discovered in or around our house this past weekend. Something I’m still struggling with thanks to my fear of all things bug.

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The next discovery caused me to gasp in amazement. I’m so thankful we found this mound of fire ants hiding under second base before Nate did while rounding the base:

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I had to do a double take on this one because it was so well camouflaged. Do you see it there? The Praying Mantis? We let it hang out on our porch but I really hope I don’t find it inside one day.

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What’s up bugs? Did they all get the insect-vite to invade on that certain day? Well, I officially uninvite you. Forever.

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Mommy Mysteries

30 Sep

How did you do it, lady? How did you manage to stay so mom-like and proper around me as I grew up? I can’t help but wonder (and, heads up, some of these are TMI) how you managed to:

  • Watch what you wanted on tv even if it had adult tones to it? I remember the CBS Soaps and Hill Street Blues in the background. I’m lucky if I get to watch Top 20 Video Countdown on Saturday mornings.
  • Deal with how grown-up I played Barbies? Or is that why you never played Barbies with me? I understand. I don’t really love playing Barbies with Bean but I don’t know how to tell her no without making her feel bad. You never made me feel bad. I bet my storylines stressed you out. I know they would me if I heard Nia throwing Ken off a balcony because he cheated on her with her sister. (Maybe those Soaps sunk into my head?)
  • Hold your gas around me? Yes, I mean toots. I don’t ever remember you letting one rip when I was a little kid. I hope my kids can forget their mommy’s noisemakers. They usually cutely yell at me, “Mommy!” What?
  • (This one is TMI you can never unread.) Change your lady products without young me barging into the bathroom mid-change? Sure, locking the door seems so simple. Even if they don’t see the act in progress, they still see the product which prompts questions.”Why do you have a diaper, mommy?” Yes, I answered it without really answering it. “It’s not a diaper. It’s not for pee, it’s for something elsethatI’lltellyouaboutlater.”

I guess I have created at least one mystery. Just on another level.

Scary Pants

27 Sep

The dark. Monsters under the bed, in the closet or waiting to grab your ankles as you walk up/down the open basement steps. Fire. Strangers. The vacuum cleaner. All are common fears we suffer through and torment ourselves with during childhood. Maybe yours, though, is not so common. Tonight, I discovered Nate’s unique dread. Sweatpants.

My word. The boy lost his stuff when I wanted him to try them on. These are a few of his protests through tears: “But I don’t like them!” “They’re too big for my body!””They’re just, they’re just, no!” “I want to wear my fast pants!”

I know he’s not really afraid of the sweatpants but his reaction sure made it seem that way. Maybe he’s just taking a stance against certain sports wear? Next time, I will attempt to introduce the sweatpants into the wardrobe a little more subtly. Say, in the dark? While telling him the sweatpants monsters will come out of the closet if he doesn’t wear them?

Never! Sometimes, I just need a little demented humor to help me deal with the parenting things I don’t know how to deal with. I mean, I’m pretty much the opposite of Nate. I like sweatpants so much, it’s scary.

Cookie Killer

26 Sep

It’s official. I am incapable of making cookies. I endured another disheartening attempt this weekend – it was such a disaster that it prompted a “What is that?” from Nia and a fit of giggles from Andrew.

I don’t even know what I did wrong. I followed the recipe on the back of the Heath Toffee Bits bag. I did everything it said to make Oatmeal Toffee Cookies. The batter was yum and the kids and I enjoyed stealing swipes off the mixer. I was feeling good at this point.

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It all looked, smelled and tasted promising during these stages.

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But then … “They look like pancakes!” Andrew said as he lovingly laughed and gave me a hug.
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From there – it got worse. This mound below prompted Nia to review, “It kinda looks like chicken.”
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Glob and milk anyone? Anyone?
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Despite their appearance, the bits actually still taste pretty good. Since I hated to waste my noncookie creation, we’ve decided to mix the globs with scoops of vanilla ice cream. Out of disaster, comes new dessert.

Hollywood on Booker Hill

25 Sep

I’ve seen quite a few interesting things while growing up in my childhood neighborhood in Weirton, West Virginia. There was the time someone stole a roll of our old carpet off our back porch. Two other times, some high school boys thought it would be hilarious to build anatomically correct snowmen on our front steps. Another time, my friend and I thought it would fun to tie blankets together to climb out of my second story bedroom window – you know, like they do in the movies.

Well, now the movies are in my backyard but I’m sadly not there to see it. I’m living through Facebook pictures, news stories and the detailed descriptions from my mom.

I can see my bedroom window in this picture! It's above the crane. (Photo courtesy: http://www.super8news.com)

She and the neighbors we’ve lived next to since before I was born are now outsiders in the middle of movie making. It’s a J.J. Abrams and Steven Spielberg movie called Super 8 and it’s unreal. Although the neighbors are excited about the opportunity, they’re having to adjust to the change in their day-to-day lives – having to park blocks away and walk, people and movie props (tanks!) all over the place, movie people using my mom’s planters as a garbage can (they cleaned it up) and the security guard who shined his light in her face as she walked to her house. (He said, “I’m the security guard.” She replied, “I’m the neighbor.”) Our one neighbor was also getting a little uneasy about how they kept wanting to use more rooms of her house. They had already gutted the living and dining rooms of all their current possessions to transform it with 70’s style decor – then they added the kitchen, a bedroom and the garage to the movie set. My mom also keeps saying, “I can’t believe how many people they need to make a movie!” Still, it’s hard to complain about something so incredible and they are all anxious to see what it will look like on the big screen.

It’s not just my neighborhood that’s hosting Hollywood either. Many areas throughout the city are feeling the effects of movie magic and – from what it seems – many people are loving it. Here are just a few of the news articles and scoop stories talking about the experience:

I just hope it all turns out to be a great thing for Wild, Wonderful, (Weirton) West Virginia. The city has had its hardships (terrible flooding and a huge hit to the steel mill) and some of the scenery has changed (a “Cafe and More” with video gambling in it on almost every corner) and this movie seems to be a boost for the city. I love my hometown, always have. I would probably still live there if another love (hubs) didn’t have to listen to the Army and move to another state. Funny how we chose a town that reminds us of Weirton, only with a southern spin on it.

Good luck, Weirton! I hope Hollywood is kind to you.

Too Much Skin for Sesame Street?

23 Sep

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Whoa, I guess Katy Perry isn’t welcome in the PBS neighborhood. It seems “Sesame Street” has decided against airing the scantily clad Katy – or maybe it was her singing? – on PBS after getting complaints about it. I find this whole hoopla over what she was (not) wearing during her song and dance with the furry, red monster a riot.

Our kids see references to relationships and sex all around them every day. In their cartoons, male characters whistle and pant when a female character walks by. Often, those female characters are dressed very womanly – don’t tell me Princess Fiona’s dress didn’t accentuate her curves and cut a little low to reveal some ‘vege. Or, what about the Disney girls? Where was your problem with that? A crab telling a voiceless hottie how to “kiss the boy.” Why is Katy Perry in a skin-showing frock any worse during her two and a half minutes of screen time?

Sometimes, I think the reaction we have to things makes them a bigger deal than they actually are. My word. How much of any of it do you think your preschooler picks up on anyway? I’m sure that’s why my thoughts above never bothered you – those scenes are so subtle, right? Let’s say the kids don’t pick up on it – I’m sure many of us have something questionable from our childhood that we encountered and didn’t realize it how sexual or terrible it was. I watched Grease over and over again and sang along – not having any idea I was singing “pussy wagon” or the “chicks will cream.” Also, what was happening in the backseat of that car?

I find it hypocritical and confusing that, as a society, we have become accepting of so much around us that it just doesn’t make sense to me when we try to say, “Oh, hold up! That’s just wrong! But that over there – that lingerie ad, that music video, billboard, commercial, magazine cover, tv show – those are all ok.” Why? Because they aren’t aimed at the children? Well, unless you have them only watching “Sesame Street” (except for when Katy Perry was going to be on) and walking around with plugs in their ears and covering their eyes – they’ve certainly been around it. Try checking out with a child at the grocery store. While you unload your cart, their eyes are on the candy and the eye-candy on the covers of the mags. Nia actually moves the censor-shields out of the way to ask me why they’re covered.

Now, there’s an idea – talking to a child about why something was a certain way and why you think it should be different or not. Whatever. Watch Katy Perry and if they seem to mimic a behavior you don’t like, discuss it with them. Educate them. Help them grow into responsible, considerate adults who maybe won’t want to put the sexy dressed star of their time on a children’s show. Or maybe they will and it will just fine because – in the future – it will be sunny days and everything will be a-ok.

By the way, in case you’re wondering, I’m actually not a fan of her (lack of) attire on the appearance. I’m also disappointed in Elmo for not offering her a jacket. I thought that monster had manners. He could have taught Katy about dressing for the occasion.

I like you in real life, but not in e-mail life

16 Sep

I had a recent in-person conversation with someone I thought was cool. That was until that person told me she hated when people peppered their e-mails with exclamation points. I immediately did the wrong thing. I decided, I don’t think this person is that cool anymore. Why? Because I’m an exclamation pointer, of course!

What? Really? Did I just form an opinion of someone because of her attitude toward electronic communication? Ridiculous and common.

  • Maybe you dislike the person who never shows emotion in their e-mail. Their message sounds dry, cold or demanding. Maybe you’re the opposite (like my uncool acquaintance above) and can’t stand it when people use the exclamation point.
  • The same goes for the smiley face. Maybe you think it helps signify that you’re kidding, friendly or providing service with a smile. Others, though, may see it as unprofessional. They automatically don’t take you seriously and won’t be able to anymore.
  • All caps – why are you yelling at me? No caps – lazy much?
  • Nice in person but an a-hole online? An a-hole in person but suddenly get a sense of humor in every e-mail you send?

Have your own e-mail annoyance?