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Friday, October 31, 2014

Five on Friday 10/31


Happy Halloween from these two goofballs.
(costume change number one)

M had "Trunk or Treating" at his school last night.  He participated in the art project portion of the evening for about five seconds, then wanted to just sit on the floor and throw a ball back and forth with my sister... who is in town!  Yay!


I guess I need to start checking M's pockets before I do the laundry.

Looking good, Halloween!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Halloween Prep

Halloween is no joke around here.  I've discussed this before.  At length.  And apparently Chicago is the place to be for Halloween because I feel like it's turning into Christmas with the overblown-ness of it all.  Houses are decked out, the celebrations start the first week of October, and Target's Halloween section is bigger than ever (yes, that is how I judge my holidays- how big the Target section is).  No complaints here, though.  

Alright, so awhile back M decided he wanted to be Bert from Mary Poppins.  Not Bert as a chimney sweep, but Bert as a one man band.  I went into full-on planning mode.  Here's a lesson I learned the hard way:  when your kid is old enough to form opinions, when it comes to Halloween wait until the week of the holiday to buy the costume.  He has changed his mind so many times and all after he's been made not one, but two one man band costumes.  My father in law and myself have been hard at work trying to piece together this costume.  The one he made is legit:
Not only does this look great, but it actually works.  If I tied that string to M's foot, it would bang the drum and cymbal.  However, when I handed it to M, he said, "I can't carry this all night!".  It's too heavy for him and it kills me because it's amazing.  Mine is less fancy and is pieced together with stapes and glue but at least he can carry it:
But none of that matters because one day he decided he wanted to be a pumpkin instead.  After finding out that they can wear costumes to school (and after finally finishing the one man band costume), I realize he can't wear "one man band" to school.  He can't sit in it, it falls under the "no props" rule, and the noises would drive his teacher crazy.  So I begrudgingly agree to get him a pumpkin costume for school.  One day I take both kids all over town looking for one (why is it so hard to find a pumpkin costume?) which was really fun since A was screaming most of the time.  I finally end up at Target as a last resort and he sees a lion costume.  The exact same lion costume he wore last year that we own and still fits him.  And he says that's what he wants to be.  I mean... 
 So fine.  Lion for school, Bert for all other Halloween activities.  This brings us to the annual Lincoln Square Trick or Treat Stroll.  He was hesitant but when he put on the hat he said, "Now I really feel like Bert!"  And then all was right with the world and the child was happy and he went out and got me himself some candy.  
Ok, not all that happy at that particular moment perhaps.  

A was much easier to please with his costume, a penguin from Mary Poppins (or so I declare).
Hopefully this all comes together on Friday when my sister is in town with her Mary Poppins outfit, which she made herself and is kind of amazing.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014


A question I get a lot these days is how school is going for M.  I wish I knew.  The first month, every time I asked him about school all I'd get was "I went potty X number of times and X number of kids cried."  Then there was a week where all I got was the infuriating response, "I remember but I don't know."  Now I'm finally getting some information out of him.  One day he told me that they are learning about safety and that if there's an emergency, he has to call 911.  While true, I'm not exactly sure what phone he's supposed to use.  Do people still have land lines?  Yes, mom and dad, I know you do.  So I guess I know he'll be safe once a year when we are in Houston. 

Another day he told me they learned ways to be safe in the kitchen.  He said that you should always be careful when using knives and that you should never put forks into the toaster.  Wellllll, yes I suppose those things are true.  Maybe better to just not have three year olds use knives?  And perhaps don't put the idea of putting a fork in a toaster to begin with?  But I guess beggars can't be choosers.  At least I'm getting some information.

He also eats lunch at school and apparently he's such a chatterbox that he is not only not eating his own lunch, he's keeping other kids from eating as well.  When I tell him he needs to eat and not goof around during lunch, he says, "But I have so many questions for my friends!".  

All these pics are from his school's new playground.  He loves it and I'll admit it's pretty cool but am I being a total mom by saying that it seems really unsafe?  The entire playground is built on hills so when you come off of any of the structures, you could fall down the hill if you aren't paying attention (learned the hard way).  Whatever, I'm super lame.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Five on Friday 10/17


The other day I was changing A's diaper and I could hear M downstairs saying he was hungry.  I told him to find a snack for himself.  I come downstairs to this:
Yeah that's uncooked barley he's eating off the floor.

We now have a hair-down baby.  He's so formal.

Summertime is officially over which brings the Chicago street fest season to a close.  Thank goodness because we have quite enough broken kazoos, inflatable fish, and flammable teddy bears thank you very much.

There are plenty of fall fests in the hood but they are more of the pumpkin-painting, candy collecting ilk.

(loves it)

So some really nice folks stopped by the other day to throw a brick and a pumpkin through two of our windows.  And here's a fun fact.  Usually when you have double-paned windows, they are filled with argon gas, which acts as an insulator.  It also acts as a gunshot sound effect when the window breaks, which is completely terrifying.    Luckily the kids were asleep when it happened.  I can't even think about them being awake, especially considering their play areas were covered in glass.

Yes, those are paper curtains.  Feeling a little ashamed.  Focus on the glass, people.
Free pumpkin!

Here's a tip.  When people throw bricks and pumpkins through your windows, don't be watching American Horror Story.  You really don't want to be looking at this guy when it happens.  Take it from someone who knows.

We didn't tell M what had happened but he was still unsettled by the boarded up windows.  So we did some redecorating.

Does that count as ending on a positive note?

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

I'm Back... Kinda Sorta. We'll See.

The kiddo started preschool yesterday which leaves me with a whopping two and a half hours to myself.  Well, me and the little one.  I'm hoping to set aside some of this time here and there to get things up to date around here... we'll see how that goes.  But for now, a little tidbit.  As I said, yesterday was the kiddo's first day of school.  He did great.  No tears.  From any of us.  

After school I asked him 100 questions about his first day.  His common response was "I remember but I don't know".  All I could get out of him was that someone took a toy from him and there was a girl that cried.  

So today we were walking him to school... ok wait.  Let me back up a bit.  Remember the time I basically threw him out of the stroller?  That was last fall.  Ten months ago.  Ok, so we were walking to school and the hubs asks him if he remembers when he flew out of the stroller.  Kiddo replies, "Yes I remember.  I was wearing my shirt with the blue and orange striped tie."  WHAT??  He remembers every detail from my worst moment in parenting a year ago but can't remember what happened in school ten minutes ago.  Fantastic.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Five on Friday: Baby Edition (Also: Major Photo Dump)


In case you hadn't figured it out by the radio silence, we went and birthed ourselves a baby.  Meet Atticus:

He ain't small.  He clocked in at 9 pounds, 5 ounces, 21 inches.  But he still looks teeny tiny to me.

The kiddo loves him.  He's so sweet and gentle with him.

He was also a fan of the buttons on the hospital bed:

Here he is getting the call from me, telling him he has a new baby brother.

I'm not sure whether he's laughing because he's happy or because Nana has a flip phone.

I have mastitis and have to pump constantly until I'm rid of it.  It is the worst.
Not impressed.

So here's our little family of four.  I'll be taking a short break from the blog to enjoy getting to know this little guy and get used to being a mom to "kids".  Plural.  Weird.