Sunday, November 29, 2009

Dear Santa

On Saturday I was so ridiculously tired from all the drugs I took on Friday night for my neuralgia Black Friday shopping that I stayed in bed until noon 11 o’clock! I wish I could say that I wrapped all those presents I purchased and plotted out my plan of attack for the rest of the present buying, but the only productive thing I did for the rest of the day was to put the Christmas tree up.

Before we put our tree up I talked to my sister who had also put her tree up on Saturday morning. She said her tree looked “ghetto fabulous.” Side note: I’ve been using “ghetto fabulous” for years and when writing this post I decided to look up the definition in Urban Dictionary. My favorite definition? “When a poor dude gets rich, yet he still fries baloney on the stove.” Ha!

Getting back to the original point… I scoffed at my sister’s ghetto tree, because I knew mine would be nothing short of fabulous. How could it not? All of my ornaments coordinate, I have coordinating bows, sparkly snowball garland, and a clear glass star. The only thing I have going against my tree is that it’s fake.

So, here it is before:


Oh, and that tree skirt I got on Black Friday at TJMaxx for $19.99! How’s that for ghetto fabulous?

Before I could say “think fabulous”, my girls jumped in head first grabbing every ornament they have made or received in the last 4 and 6 years of their life.


Ok, who put that construction paper snow man up?


Oh, no Lainey! Not the cheap plastic candy canes Dad has resurrected from the 70’s!

And we’re done! How do you like it Mom?


I think there may be a few remnants of fabulous there, if you look closely. However, it is perfect. Every ornament was carefully chosen and placed on the tree with love, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.


After the tree decorating, Daddy helped the girls write their letters to Santa. In Lainey’s case all of her presents are bought, so writing the letter proved to be difficult, since her list has changed about 100 times. With a little suggestion, we were able to get a few things on her list which we’re sure Santa will deliver (wink, wink).


I’m not sure you will be able to read it, but Lainey’s says “I was a good girl this year.” When it came time for Alivia to write hers she was a little more of a realist:


That’s right. “I was a good girl today.” However, after hearing what her sister had written, Lainey was quick to point out that Alivia had pinched her earlier in the day. Everyone should have a little sister to keep them on their toes, right?!


Alivia wanted to pose with her letter by the tree. Please note the hair style change that occurred sometime between tree decorating and letter writing. I’m not sure what that was all about. Next weekend the girls are going to bring their letters to the Santa mailbox at Macy’s. For every letter collected Macy’s will donate $1 to the Make-A-Wish Foundation!

We also put up the rest of our indoor Christmas decorations. I only took a picture of my favorite one:


The Santa and reindeer are really fat, and it’s so cute! I bought them at a store in my town last year, and I’m hoping to someday put them on my mantle when we have a new house. So, for now they have a home on top of the entertainment center. Oh, and the little sign on the right hand side says: Dear Santa, Define Naughty. I also have another one that says: “Don’t get your tinsel in a tangle.” I just love them, and they crack the girls up too!

I hope everyone else had a nice long weekend too. Am I the only one dreading Monday tomorrow? Christmas Vacation cannot get here fast enough!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The forgotten Holiday.

Yesterday I was flipping through radio stations on my way to get my haircut, and I found that one station up from my normal XM station was a station called “Holly.” I thought “what’s this?” (My mom’s name is Holly and I was pretty sure it wasn’t her.) So, I listened.

It was Christmas music! Yessss! The next thing I know I’m singing “Frosty the Snowman” obscenely loud and loving every minute of it. It was good Christmas music too, you know the kind you can sing to and it makes your heart smile.

After I got my haircut I had to pick up a few things for my world’s-lamest-Thanksgiving-dish-to-pass. As I was trying to shop I found myself constantly being drawn to Christmas candy, toys, cards, and even Christmas alcohol. Ok, seriously, Meijer had the coolest bottle of absolute Vodka with a sequin sleeve on it! QPPH4H38NCQQ

As a general rule, I don’t put alcohol on my Christmas list, but I can make an exception for a bedazzled bottle of booze!

I digress. So, I’m back in my car driving home, rocking out to Jingle Bells. Suddenly, I feel guilty. It’s not even Thanksgiving and I’m buying presents, singing Christmas carols, and dreaming of sugar plums. Ok, that last part was a lie. My point is, I was drawn into the hype. The let’s-get-started-on-Christmas-before-Thanksgiving-is-even-here hype. This has never happened to me before.

Thanksgiving is my favorite Holiday. I heart Thanksgiving. I love the turkey, stuffing, squash, green bean casserole, crab rangoon, and pumpkin pie. Yeah, I said crab rangoon. I love watching my Mom freak out because her turkey is never done when she wants it to be. I love watching my sister stuff herself so much that she has to run to the bathroom thinking she’s going to vomit, but then it was only a burp. I love looking at the Black Friday ads, plotting out all the places we need to go and things we’re going to buy, saying we’re going to get out of bed at 4 am, but then not even leaving the house until 8. I. Love. It. All.

So, I want to apologize to Thanksgiving. If I knew Thanksgiving’s address, I would probably send an apology card or flowers. That’s how sorry I am.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone tomorrow! I’d be lying if I didn’t say tomorrow I’m most excited about making the “Pink Panty Pull-Down” recipe I got from Semi-Slacker Mom. I told my husband it was a girls-only drink, so I hope my mom and sister-in-law are thirsty (my sister is knocked up)! What are you most excited to eat (or drink)?

Monday, November 23, 2009

Tami Twin?

Do you remember when I wrote this post about my racial confusion?

That was almost 3 months ago, and in the meantime I have really been working on my white-ness. My tan has faded, my ghetto bootie is a little flatter, and I’m trying to speak in redneck instead of Ebonics.

All was going well, until Saturday night when we were in Old Navy. Shawn was helping me look for a sweater in my size and the girls were behind us marveling at the mannequin display, when I heard this:

“Hey, Mom! That girl looks like you!”

I was afraid to turn around. I knew what was coming. I think Shawn looked first and when I heard him bust out laughing I knew it was true. Alivia was pointing at her:


Yeah, you guessed it. The girl in the middle. Alivia was so proud too, like that girl was my twin or something.

Then, the following day Shawn made sure to bring it up again. I was telling him about a guy who stopped Lainey and I in Meijer on Friday, and told us his kids went to Assumption too.

Shawn was totally dumbfounded, and said “How did he remember you?” Of course, I jokingly said “Hell-o (pointing at my hot body), like who could forget this?” He didn’t miss a beat, and said, “No, it’s probably because you’re the only person of color at that school.” Grrr…

Oh, and I almost forgot. Speaking of Old Navy, I did wear my skinny jeans today. I’m not sure if I rocked them though, or just wore them. That’s yet to be determined.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Are these my Mom’s jeans?

Today I became the not so proud owner of a pair of “skinny” jeans.  At first I thought there was no way I would ever buy into the skinny jean fad.  The main reason being that if I had to answer the question “What one part of your body would you like to change?” my answer would and will always be:  “thighs.” 

However, after standing in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom for a long time, and doing the thigh-coin-test, I discovered that my thighs are smaller than they have been in years.  So, I figured if there ever was a time for me to wear skinny jeans, it’s now.  Right?  Wrong.

The pair I got is from Old Navy.  Now that I think about it, this might be the first pair of jeans I’ve ever bought from there.  Anywho, they were only $29.50, so I figured it was a safe investment for something I might only wear once.  They look something like this:


Okay, they actually look better than that picture, but that’s the best I could find.  Oh, and I would never wear them with heels.  I was planning on wearing them with boots or maybe ballet flats, because that’s how I roll.

When I tried them on I thought I looked totally bad-ass.  I was definitely the coolest 30 year old mom in the store at that given moment, and possibly all day.

So, tonight when we got home I raced inside to try them on for Shawn and the girls.  I looked in the same full-length mirror which had earlier convinced me I had skinny thighs, but what I saw was this:


Damn It. 

Okay, I have spent the past 15 (maybe even 20) years of my life trying to get my Mom to stop wearing tapered leg jeans.  Finally, two years ago she crossed over to the dark side.  Just thinking about the day we were in the Ann Taylor Loft and I convinced her to buy a boot cut jean and a trouser jean brings a tear to my eye. 

So, there I am staring at myself in the mirror and I all I can think is “Hey, Tami…the 80’s called, they say they want your mom’s jeans back.  We looked for them at her house, but she said you were wearing them (gasp).”

Sigh.  I don’t know if I can do it.  Has anyone been able to rock skinny jeans and not feel like they’re in a re-run of The Facts of Life?

Friday, November 20, 2009

Can you fart and paint it green?

I was looking through my MySpace blog for a Flashback Friday post for today when I suddenly realized something.  I lied to you on my “30 Things” post a couple weeks ago.  Don’t hate me, I had completely forgot about this revelation I had a few years ago.

Here is your Flashback Friday from April 16, 2008:

When I was younger my aunt used to tell us the most ridiculous jokes.  Most of them revolved somehow around Pollacks (that is a weird word to look at in type, so if you don't know what it means, I believe it's slang for Polish idiots). 

For some reason one joke has always stuck with me.  It's goes like this:

A Swede, a Canadian, and a Pollack were walking in the forest one day when they met a fearsome Troll who naturally wanted to eat them.

"I'll spare your lives if you manage to tell me to do one thing I can't do "

The Swede said : "Look at that mountain. Eat it!" The Troll did and then he ate the Swede.

The Canadian said: "Look at that lake over there. Drink it! " The Troll did and then he ate the Canadian.

The Pollack said: "Can you fart and paint it green?!"

The Pollack was allowed to go on his way.

What does that even mean?  How could you possibly fart and paint it green?  Obviously you can't, but is it funny because it's just so stupid?  I don't know.  Or can you actually fart and paint it green?  Well, friends, today I found out:  YES. YOU. CAN.

Alivia finally (after 2 months) had her appointment with the pediatric urologist.  The doctor was a middle-aged Mr. Rogers type man (but without the child molester under-tones)  who was very nice and thorough.  As he was going through her test results with us, he showed us the pictures from the ultrasound and bladder x-ray (the one with the straw). 

One of the x-rays showed a little of her stomach, he pointed at some black spots that were scattered around the image, and said "See that, do you know what that is?"  For a brief moment I thought to myself "Oh my God, they're tumors!"  Then, he looks at Alivia and says "Those are your toots!"

So, there you have it.  I saw a picture of a fart.  This can only lead me to believe that you can indeed fart and paint it green.  If only the troll had known!


Sorry, I couldn’t do a post without a picture and this is the best I could find.  I promise this is the lowest I will ever stoop to post a picture.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Biggest Winner.

Who watches The Biggest Loser?  I do!  I do!

Am I the only one screaming at my TV this season?  Ok, I admit I cried through the first 5 or 6 weeks, but now my tears have turned into rage!

First, I was devastated when Abby was eliminated:


I guess you could argue that she was “ready” to leave, so I’ll give you that one.

But then, Shay:


Oh my gosh, I wanted to jump through my TV and stab Rudy during this episode!  I don’t care what he says he totally played Shay and it was just plain mean.

But, last night was the last straw when they eliminated Rebecca:


I kept yelling at the TV shouting “I hate that Rudy-Poo!”  Shawn just looked at me like, “Did you just say Rudy Poo?”

I so wanted Rebecca to win, or at least make it to the finals!  I just can’t believe that old hag Liz is still there!


Ugh.  She’s mean too.  Totally Toxic.

However, did anyone watch Jay Leno after BL last night?

Rebecca was on, and she looked A-mazing!  She is definitely the biggest winner in my book.  But, the biggest news of the night was that she is now dating and in love with Daniel!


Are you kidding me?  I did not see that one coming.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

My grown-up Christmas list.

We are only 10 days away from the first official day of Christmas shopping! Wowee, wow wow! Can you believe it? I love Christmas shopping. I love everything about it. I love finding the perfect present, getting a great deal, going out to lunch with my Mom, checking names off my list… All. Of. It!

Do you know what I don’t like though? Making my Christmas list. I hate it. I’m sure there are lots of things I want, but there is truly nothing that I need. I also don’t like having a list because it seems like I never get the one thing that I wanted and I end up being disappointed. That sounds immature, but it’s true.

Remember on my 30 things I’ve learned in 30 years post, I said “Being the middle child almost never has it’s advantages.” Here is an example of one thing that happened to me when I was maybe 10 years old:

I wanted this microphone for Christmas. It was on a stand and at the bottom it had pedals that you could push with your feet and lights would flash around you. It was pretty damn cool. That same Christmas my (younger) brother wanted an electric guitar. Not a real one, just a kids one for $50 or something like that. On Christmas morning my brother got the guitar and he got the freakin’ microphone! I thought Santa had possibly made a mistake, but my Mom said No, Santa thought the microphone would go really well with the guitar! WTF? Santa turned out to be a total loser that year.

Oh, was I mad! What made it even worse was that my cousin, Hillary, and I would always always always snoop for our gifts ahead of time. So, I knew weeks before Christmas that that microphone was in my house, and I already pictured myself rockin’ out to Tiffany’s “I Think We’re Alone Now” while wearing stretch pants, leg warmers, and a giant sweater. It was going to be totally sweet.

So, can you understand my disappointment with Christmas lists?

I do have a couple things on my list right now, such as this:


and these:


or possibly a trip to someplace like this:


or maybe one of these:


See, I told you there were lots of things I want. I think there’s 100% chance of Santa telling me those gifts aren’t in his (or anyone’s) budget this year. So, seriously, please help me! What is on your list this year?

Thursday, November 12, 2009


I always call my husband on my way home from work just to check on the girls and their daily happenings.  There is usually nothing of significance to report…Alivia didn’t eat all her lunch, they’re not allowed to play “cops and robbers” on the playground anymore, Lainey’s daycare boyfriend broke up with her, etc… 

Today, however, was different.  Just as I was getting off the phone with Shawn he says, “Oh, Alivia has a surprise she brought home with her.”  Surprise?  Oh boy, I can hardly wait!

Now, before I show you the surprise, keep in mind that my dear sweet 6 year old daughter rode the bus today.  This means she got on the bus at her school, rode to another elementary school, switched buses, and then rode to daycare.  All the while, carrying her “surprise.”

Are you ready?













Ok, I’m not exaggerating, this thing is as tall as she is!  Just the thought of her carrying this on and off the bus cracks me the hell up!  I can just imagine the proud look she must have had on her face. 

Frankenstein was a little beat up when Shawn picked him (and my daughter’s) up from daycare, but nothing a little heavy duty packing tape couldn’t fix.  The only casualty is his right hand, I’m thinking I will have Shawn call the bus garage tomorrow to see if they can’t track it down!

I told Alivia that she could hang it up in her room for a little while.  Shawn didn’t fix Frankenstein up until after the girls went to bed, and now he thinks we should go hang it in their room to “surprise” them in the morning!  Of course he would suggest that, since he will be long gone in the morning when I wake up to two screaming girls, and probably two wet beds!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

30 things I’ve learned in 30 years.

(in no particular order)

  1. It’s much easier to get a dog up into a tree house than it is to get it down.
  2. Being a middle child almost never has it’s advantages.
  3. Having your Dad buy you a station wagon with wood on the sides for your 16th birthday will make you cry at the time, but 14 years later you just might be able to laugh about it.
  4. It’s physically possible for a baby to poop, pee, and puke on you at the same time.
  5. Being a size 0 doesn’t make you a better person, but it does feel damn good!
  6. Breast implants don’t last forever, and you may want to have spare money set aside for the next time you get your tit in a ringer.
  7. You can’t change other people, and it’s rude to try.
  8. Pregnancy is not nearly as glamorous as they make it seem on television.
  9. No matter what you do, there will always be critics.
  10. When people judge you, it says more about them, than it does about you.
  11. You can’t fart and paint it green.
  12. Telling your 35 year old husband that if he continues playing Xbox, you’re going to start playing with Cabbage Patch Kids and Barbie's will not even phase him.
  13. Deleting someone from MySpace or Face book does not delete them from your life.
  14. Blame is the favorite pastime of those who dislike responsibility.
  15. If I could pick my family, I would pick the family I have.
  16. Walking down Daytona Beach wearing a thong is almost never a good idea.
  17. Your husband can be your worst enemy or your best friend.  I recommend choosing the latter.
  18. Be truthful or be quiet.  Lies are hard to keep track of.
  19. You really can have too much of a good thing…Honey crisp apples are an example of this!
  20. It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice.
  21. It is 100 times more difficult to burn calories, than to refrain from consuming them in the first place.
  22. Chocolate and shopping really are therapeutic.
  23. Dancing is always more fun when done on a table, speakers, or even a chair.  Trust me, I know.
  24. If on your honeymoon you break the bed, do not tell anyone.  You will never ever in a million years live it down.
  25. If you choose a career you love, you will never work a day in your life.
  26. Taking time for yourself makes you a better wife and mother.
  27. Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.
  28. When the truth sets you free, it usually beats the crap out of someone else.
  29. Having one child makes you a parent, having two children makes you a referee.
  30. Accepting that where you are at this moment in your life is exactly where you’re meant to be, is very empowering.


Monday, November 9, 2009

Did I shave my legs for this?

Nobody likes going to the doctor.  Or, do they?  I take that back, I do know some people who like to go but they are total freaks of nature.  I, for one, do not like to go.

So, this morning as I’m patiently waiting in my birthday suit for my doctor to come in, I was not too happy to hear this:


“Hi!  (super cheerfully)  Ok, I have some bad news.  I have a patient in labor and they want me to come over to the hospital right now.  I’m really sorry!”

Me:  “Guess what?  I have some bad news too.  I painted my toe nails, shaved my legs, and had to miss spin class to come to this appointment this morning!  So, you just tell that girl to keep her legs crossed, because I was here first!”


Ok, you’re right, I didn’t really say that.  But, I wanted too, like really bad.  My whole morning was shot, and now I have to waste another morning in December to go back again.  I think I’m going to cancel it, it’s on a Friday and the Friday morning spin class is the best one of the whole week.  Who says you have to have one of those exams every year anyway?  Is it the law?  I don’t think so.  I think everyone is the boss of their own vagina.  Right?

Plus, if I get desperate enough, there’s always this:


Thursday, November 5, 2009

Pity party of 1.

I honestly didn’t think turning 30 was going to be that big of a deal.  Why should it be?  It’s just another year, right?  So, why does everyone keep telling me, “30 isn’t that bad.  Don’t worry, your 30’s are your best years…”  Blah, blah, blah.  Okay, I didn’t really think it was that bad until everyone started emphasizing how “not bad” it was.  Clearly it must be bad if everyone keeps saying that.

For no reason I started crying on my way home from work today.  Well, not for no reason.  But the reason was just because I was thinking about being 30.  I was actually thinking that on Monday I have a Dr’s appointment and when they print my paperwork out, under age it will say: 30.  It will be right there on paper in black and white.  Maybe I’ll luck out and they’ll print it out tomorrow, when I’ll still be 29.

It could be worse.  I could be turning 30 and be in the same shape as I was last year on my birthday.  That would be bad.  Oh, and by the way, I didn’t reach my weight loss goal.  I weighed myself at the Y on Wednesday and I have lost 27.5 pounds, my goal was 30.  So, this depresses me and then I eat Halloween candy.  That seems to be very counterproductive in reaching the goal. 

On one good note, parts of me aren’t even 30.  Seriously, my boobs are only 2 months old.  That’s gotta count for something. 

Okay, so onto Birthday treat #2: Cupcake Cones!

Place ice-cream cones in muffin tin:


Make cake mix according to package directions:


Fill cones about 1/2 way with batter, do NOT overfill!


Bake in preheated oven at 350 for 20-25 minutes until toothpick in center comes out clean.

Cool on wire wrack.

Frost and decorate!



Transporting them can be tricky as they are quite top heavy. 

However, I found a great idea on the internet.  My lovely husband went and got two new pizza boxes for me.  I cut circular holes into the boxes and then placed the cones in.



Somehow Lainey lucked out and it is her snack day at preschool tomorrow.  And I lucked out because there are exactly enough cones for both classes!

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Birthday treat post #1

I’ve seen a lot of people post recipes on their blogs, but so far I haven’t because honestly, I’m no cook.  I won’t even pretend to be.  I’m lucky enough to have the best husband in the world who does all the cooking!  Seriously.  I can, however, make dessert like nobody’s business.  I decided to make Snicker-Apple-Salad for my birthday treat at work tomorrow.  This is a super simple, super yummy recipe anyone can make!


  • One 16 oz. container cool whip (I used light) thawed


  • One 3.5 oz box French Vanilla  instant pudding


  • Four large apples cored and diced (I used Granny Smith apples)


  • Six Snickers candy bars (or one bag fun size Snickers) diced



  • Mix the Cool Whip and French Vanilla pudding with a beater, set aside.
  • Dice Snickers and set aside.
  • Wash, core, and cube apples.  You may peel them if you like, I didn’t because I’m a slacker!  The green apple peels also actually give the salad a little more color.  Make sure everything else is prepared before you dice the apples.  If you dice the apples and set them aside, they may start getting brown before you add them to the mixture.
  • Fold apples and snickers into cool whip/pudding mixture.
  • Chill at least an hour before serving.
  • You may also want to keep 1/4 cup Snickers pieces out to top the salad with before serving.



Tomorrow I’m making cupcake cones with Alivia for her birthday treat at school, if all goes well I’ll try to post the recipe and pictures.  My mom used to make cupcake cones for us when I was little so I’m excited to make them with my girls!

P.S.  If anyone I work with reads this blog, I did not put Ex-lax in the salad like I said I was going to.  It’s totally safe to eat, I think.

Wandering Wednesdays

This is a few days early, but I thought it would be perfect for my “Wandering Wednesday” post.

(turn your volume on)

Monday, November 2, 2009

I forgive you.

Remember last week when I was furious at The Gap about their sizing and the old hag who lied to me about not having a size 00?

Well, guess who just got


this skirt for a grand total of $0.92 ?!  Yes, that’s right, 92 cents out the door!


How did I do it?  Don’t worry, I’ll tell you!

Last week I got my Gap credit card bill in the mail with a $40 reward certificate.  Let’s not calculate how much I had to spend to get that $40 certificate because that’s just not important.  Then, I got a coupon in my email for my birthday for 25% off.  And, on top of all that, with my Gap Silver Card I get free shipping all day everyday!  So, that brings my $55 skirt down to 92 cents!  Cha-Ching!

So, Gap, I forgive you this time.  But, let’s not let it happen again, okay?  Oh, and if the size 00 doesn’t fit I’m going to blame you…it definitely has nothing to do with all the candy I’ve been stealing from my children’s Halloween bags.  It’s going to be your fault, and I will be mad at you for real this time.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Longest. Picture. Post. Ever.

I hope you’re sitting down, because this might be a long one! 

On Friday both the girls had their Halloween parties at school.


Lainey was Super-Girl, this is her flying out the door to school!

The preschooler’s usually go across the street to the “Big Kid” school to parade through all the rooms, but since it was raining cats and dogs they just paraded around for the parents:


“Dorothy” is Lainey’s best buddy, Emma.


Here is the whole class…getting a picture of all of them looking turned out to be impossible!


After eating all their Halloween treats, they played games.  This is Super-Girl playing the bean-bag toss.


Super-Girl and Dorothy again.  After the party Lainey went on her first ever play-date to Emma’s house.  Side note:  This was a big week of “firsts” for Lainey, on Tuesday she told me she wore her first bra.  Huh, who knew?  Not me.

While Lainey was at her play-date I went out to lunch with Shawn and did some birthday shopping for Alivia.  She’s getting a Nintendo DS for her birthday, but shhhh, don’t tell!

Alivia’s Halloween party was later in the afternoon and she was a Hippy:


Alivia with one of her best buddies, Maggie:


Her class also had a bean-bag toss:


and a put-the-bug-in-Frankenstein’s-mouth game:


The 1st graders at Alivia’s school are paired up with a 6th grade buddy for the year, here is Alivia with her 6th grade friend (unfortunately, I can’t remember her name):


The girls got dressed up in their costumes on Saturday morning to go to the Halloween party at the YMCA:


We were a little late getting to the party, but did make it in time for the costume parade:


After the costume parade we spent forever in line for the free Famous Dave’s lunch, but it was definitely worth it!  Totally delicious!

Saturday night we went trick-or-treating with my parents and my brother and his family.  We were all supposed to go to my sister’s house, but her 3 little pigs came down with the pig flu!

We went to Pizza Hut for dinner and Alivia got to use her first Book-It coupon of the year:


I can’t believe Book-It is still around!  I remember doing it when I was in elementary school!

My nephew, Ethan, dressed up as a pumpkin:


Isn’t he the cutest pumpkin ever?!

And here are the 4 tired trick-or-treaters at the end of the night:


My niece, Kaytlin, was a vampire but she had taken part of her costume off by this time.

I hope everyone else had a Happy Halloween!  We have a big day coming up at our house this week, do you know what it is?!  Stay tuned…