Happy Haunting!!

So this weekend was productive, photographically. I finished off a session I had been working on for a few weeks and started another which I am hoping to finish today. I also designed and ordered out Halloween card (on sparkly paper this year!) and edited the photos for that project as well.

Here are the ones that didn't make it to the card. G is a monarch butterfly this year, and Little Guy is a pirate. He does like those pirates.... Aaargh! He'd prefer to be a captain, but I see him more of a scallywag.

Oy with the Pooping already!

Why do small children who should be potty trining always decide to poo multiple times in one morning when you only have 5 diapers left for the week and don't really want to go out on the coldest day so far this year to buy more? Just wondering....

I am a Pumpkin Head

This week was really, really bad. Not for me so much, but for everyone else around me. I forgot every single appointment and/or responsibility I had this week to anyone other than my immediate family. Pregnancy is sucking the smarts right out of me. My brains are oozing out of my ears, like the pumpkin guts from a Jack o Lantern. This little one had better be a genius.

It started when I broke Mister's laptop. I have a black thumb for technology. It's only a matter of time until this machine dies, too.

Then Little Guy and I started feeling feverish and everything else went to pot. Little Guy and I have been passing out napping on the couch together every afternoon... luckily I made it to the bus stop 4/5 times. I have such understanding neighbors who will bring G home when I am otherwise occupied.

This morning, I remembered I had an OB/midwife appointment 30 minutes after I was supposed to be there. Luckily, I hadn't eaten anything so I could still do the GTT and they were able to work me in. I am quite certain I am not their favorite patient. Oh well.

In other news, baby is fine and is now *supposedly* vertex. Hopefully she will stay that way and won't flip to breech like Little Guy did... Mister said I had better get to eating so baby will get so fat she won't be able to flip around. Men.

FTTD: Daisy Scouts

G had her first Daisy Scout meeting last night. I told her to go get her uniform on (which consists of a blue smock... think home depot in bright blue). She ran off to change and came back into the kitchen complaining that it was too big. I looked over and there she was, blus smock, ballet flats, panties... nothing else. Quite a uniform, there, Daisy Scouts.

Hey now Disney, the Dads are navigating!

We arrived at Disney on Labor Day morning, after driving over from Tampa in the wee hours. I had celebrated my birthday the night before with an adults only dinner at The Cheesecake Factory, and a little shopping at my new favorite store, Lush. Stef bought me some yummy body lotion bars and some really awesome creme deoderant there, and the salesgirls took pity on a preggo and threw in a bunch of samples of facial cleansers and masks, also. My favorite body lotion bar was in the shape of a heart and smelled like chocolate. Mmmm. More on that later.

Once in Orlando, we checked into our hotel to get out tickets, and since the room wasn't ready for us, drove over to the Magic Kingdom (of course!) and parked for the day. This being both G and my dear husband's first time at Disney, we decided to opt for the ferry for the trip over to the Magic Kingdom. As we were waiting for the boat to arrive, we were given some sidewalk chalk to decorate the ground with. We all wrote our names and G got a kick out of seeing "Happy Birthday, G!" on the ground for the world to make note of.

On the ferry, it was all excitement as the castle came into view. Oh how the children were positively vibrating with anticipation.

The dads, being male as they are, spent the majority of the boat trip studying the park maps and entertainment schedules deciding on the perfect plan of attack as to hit all of the attractions that the girls wanted to see. Such good papas.

Colorrrriffic!

I have always thought I was pretty good with determining different hues from memory and comparing colors, so when I came across this hue test, I couldn't resist.

Hue Test. Drag and drop the squares in each row until you've arranged them according to hue -- the two end squares are fixed on each line. When you're happy with what you've done, click the "Score Test" button to see how you measure up.

What do you think I got?


Based on your information, below is how your score compares to those of others with similar demographic information.
Your score: 0
Gender: Female
Age range: 30-39
Aaack! I'm in the thirty age bracket now!
Best score for your gender and age range: 0
Highest score for your gender and age range: 1476

0 ( Perfect )99 ( High )

Ahh, and the editing has begun

I know it has been eons since G turned 5 and we took that trip down to Florida. I am just now getting around to working on some of the photos. These were taken on my darling's actual fifth birthday. Steffy made her a vegan chocolate cake, and we had a little princess celebration that evening. There are 5 candles there, some are just hiding. Lil & Abs did a wonderful rendition of Happy Birthday to start our magical week off on the right foot.

And the little one goes MORE MORE MORE

So another milestone has been reached by my favorite Little Guy. He can now open the refrigerator all by himself.

I came to this realization the other day when I had fallen asleep on the couch while he was playing with his trains. I was so comfortable, cozy on the couch under Auntie Faye's hand knit blanket... one of those complete contentment times when you feel like your body is all warm and gooey and melting into whatever you are laying on. You don't want to move an centimeter because if you did, you would never be able to regain that perfect sense of comfort.... close your eyes... the din in the background is fading away.... r e l a x..... And then...

WHACK! An empty Brita water pitcher to the face. It really ruins the mood.

"MORE WATER! I NEED MORE WATER!" he shouts, clearly incensed that the pitcher had not been refilled. He had his sippy cup in one hand and the pitcher in the other, ready for a refill. I thought that perhaps I had left the offending container on the counter until I realized it was still cold...

Oh well. At least he can get his own ding dang cheese snacks now.

Uncontrollable

The weirdest thing about feeling the baby in utero move is the fact that I can't control it. It's not like a burp, where you can suck wind and push it back out, or flexing your bicep for someone to feel. It always surprises me when she kicks around in there, especially since there was such an utter lack of movement from the other 2. Oh, they moved alright, but I just couldn't feel them; and neither could their dad. There must be less fluid in there this time... E finally got to feel his baby kick. Third time's the charm.

Sneak Peek - A Sunday Evening in October

I met two of the sweetest kids on Sunday, along with their equally sweet mom. Miss Mom reminds me so much of my good friend Jana, who I haven't seen in aaages. They have the same spirit, and the first song on my playlist is one I think they both might get a kick out of.

Thanks for letting me capture a few memories for you :)