Working My Way Back To You...

Damn I've been busy, I'll be randomly posting about the weekend and posting photos in no particular order. Please be patient as I either will actually do this or totally forget it, but hey, it's not like I'm getting paid for this shit!

Kid things

Yesterday while at the in-laws house the sister-in-law told us that the other day when she got the Toys-R-Us catalog in the mail she handed it to her son and he got all big eyed then said “I didn’t order this!” Silly kid.

Knock, knock, knockin’ on…

Cabbage Patch was sitting on the sofa next to me tonight as I was going over Super Girl’s homework and I look down to her touching my bra and then she starts knocking on it saying ‘knock, knock, knock..’ I grabbed her little hand and told her to stop knocking on my knockers!

Halloweener

So… Have I mentioned how Halloween is my FAVORITE non-holiday holiday? Well it is. It was the only time of year that a poor kid had absolute equality with the other kids. You didn’t need a fancy costume to get a bucket load of candy, you just needed the stamina to hit all the houses in the area, and sometimes the luck to get a parental unit to drive you to the better neighborhoods to hit them up for the good candy. D and I always had the shittiest costumes (thanks mom) but we never came home with less than half a pillow case full of loot. We had sooo much candy mom was throwing Halloween candy away at New Years. Because I can only remember one Halloween with having a cool costume (age 3 or 4 when I was a butterfly) I try really hard to make sure the Tiny Terrorist have costumes that they like. K is agreeable to this as his mom permanently damaged his psyche by making him a bunny costume the year he wanted to be an astronaut. A bunny costume on a 5 year old boy. Is it any wonder he’s a tad light in the loafers now? (kidding, kidding, put down the tar and feathers and stop planning a protest, it was a JOKE).

This year after much debate it was finally decided that Super Girl would be a fairy and Cabbage Patch would be a Princess… No wait… Super Girl would be a fairy and Cabbage Patch would be a fairy princess… Hold on… Super Girl would be a fairy and Cabbage Patch would be a butterfly… wait… scratch that… fairy… princess… fairy princes… butterfly… fairy… Butterfly. Yes, butterfly, maybe. Super Girl made up her mind and we had a cute costume. Cabbage Patch vacillated between fairy, princess, fairy princess and butterfly for weeks. It’s okay. I had it all covered. A hot pink and silver princess costume (complete with sparkly tiara) thanks to D and her $10, pink fairy wings and headband as well as pink leotard and tights(thanks to left overs from dance class), big butterfly wings (thanks to The Wife) and black leotard (more dance left overs) – everything is interchangeable and flexible so it wasn’t a huge deal to pin her down on specifics or stop her from changing her mind every day. Halloween morning, I ask Cabbage Patch what she wants to be, fully expecting her to say one of the above mentioned choices and am surprised by her answer of ‘a wolf’. A what? That’s all I could ask. She repeated herself. I just looked at her, then said to myself that it was hours away from trick-or-treating and she would probably want to be a fairy or whatever by lunch time. HAH! No. She repeated her choice of costumes throughout the day and as it got closer to trick-or-treating time, and I started to try to sway her with pretty wings and sparkly hair pieces, she stubbornly stuck to her decision. When K finally got home and asked her, then said “No, you are going to be a fairy.” I assured him that it wasn’t a big deal and was totally workable. Of course by then I was well into a snit (just ask K, he pointed it out to me) and didn’t fucking care if she wanted to just wear a garbage bag to trick-or-treat in. I told K to find certain things and scrubbed kids quickly. Cabbage Patch’s change to a wolf was an easy change if one that totally disappointed me as I was holding out that she would be a butterfly. Super Girl was not the issue. On Friday before I left for TRF her costume was together and she had been warned to NOT touch it under penalty of near death. Here we were just 30 minutes before we were to be at the in-laws house and everything of her costume except the wings was missing. I was truly in a SNIT by then. Thank goodness for an well stocked dress up bin as we were able to find a ballerina skirt that would work (although the cold weather necessitated pink sweats under the outfit, totally ruining the fairy effect). Whatever. I didn’t care, I almost didn’t go with them but in the end I did put on my cute little outfit and went as a leprechaun, running up and down the street guiding the kids to the lighted porches so we could all get back inside because it was COLD.

The highlight of the evening was our favorite house to trick-or-treat, they always have the BEST decorations. I stood behind the three kids as they rang the doorbell. The guy who answered the door was wearing a scary monster mask and growled at the kids who in turn all screamed like little girls (two of them couldn’t help that being that they are little girls, and the third is just a 5 year old boy so cut him some slack) and turned to run only to face a laughing me blocking their way. The guy pulled up his mask saying “aww, damn, it’s just me.” Then handed each kid a big handful of candy. I was still laughing two houses away. The best part of that story is that K and his brother were on the sidewalk and saw it all and laughed, when the nephew got back to his dad he made a point to say “I didn’t scream. I wasn’t scared.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I didn’t get a damn photo of my kids. Seems I forgot to charge my batteries in my camera after TRF and I managed to get 4 photos before it completely died (one of the nephew, one of the dog and one of each of the in-laws) – I completely suck. We finished the Halloween night by having a fun late dinner at Waffle House and listening to the Little People actually ASK to go to bed – yes there is a first for everything.