step aside, beckham

i do not exaggerate.
he is head over heels
about kicking this
ball around...
(thanks, auntie amy)
(and thanks, grandma betsy
for the 'cool kid' beanie...
go here to buy one)

hands clenched

showing me how big
and strong he is.

chicken wing

happy to be a chicken for halloween.

happy to hug his costume...every
single morning until halloween.

happy to have his picture taken...
at first...until he realized i
had plans to take zillions...
then came the meltdown.

happy halloween, folks.

park time (before we get snowed in for the winter)

went down slides

went on swings

played with trucks

taught b the importance
of writing "bennett
was here" in random places



ate chalk



it was a good day

the witches gathering

did you know that every year,
one chilly night in october,
when the moon is full,
witches gather to feast and
celebrate all hallows eve?

well, we do.
and this year noelle, the
witchiest witch of us all,
hosted it.

i went as abigail williams
(winona ryder) from "the crucible"

we played all kinds of witchy games.
cory was killed by a pumpkin
my drink was poisoned...we both
had to die dramatically in front
of all the other witches.

riley was the one that ended up
being the secret murderer of the night.

and i'm pretty sure emmy
won best costume...

i met all kinds of new witches also.

then we played mafia...best. game. ever.

oh, and don't let me forget all
of the delicious witch food noelle slaved over.
she's sort of a wonder woman hostess.

until next year, fellow witches!
(cackle cackle)

ps...for all those interested,
this witch got a new phone...yay!

curses

my (insert expletive here) phone
is broken...again. so, if you need
to get a hold of me...good luck.

at least i still have my email.

looky look what i took

i wanted to keep this
blog strictly family
stuff, so i'll be posting
my photography under

looky look what i took

journal entry::bloggy style

i am astounded at how fast b is growing up.
he truly is no longer a baby...he's a little boy...
and a stinkin' cute one at that...take my breath away.

i love how interested he is in everything that isn't
a toy...or edible...everything must be taste
tested...everything.
i love how dramatic he is. he falls down a gazillion times
a day but if the mood is just right (meaning he's hungry
or tired) and he falls or something doesn't go his way,
watch out, it's like a terrorist attack.

it's 12:20am right now...sunday night, or monday morning.
b is asleep, davey is asleep, my house smells like clorox
because i stayed up to clean like a mad woman, laundry is
done, dishes are done...i'm in heaven. my home is quiet.
peaceful. my wonderful husband and equally wonderful
super baby are fast asleep...safe and warm and happy and
where i can reach them. i love my home. i love the spirit
that dwells here (which is surely here because of my 2 wonderfuls).
i love and am grateful for my life...please never let me forget.
please never let me take it for granted....

night night.

-c