when life gives you mud

make mudpies.

Today was a very soggy, rainy day.

We had a fun outing planned with a friend.  We arrived in the (unpaved) parking lot of the little boutique we'd planned to visit, and I stepped out of my car ankle deep in slop. I sloshed back to get Maddi out of her carseat, to find she had sneaked a sucker from her Halloween bucket and had spent the drive getting very sticky, and very very purple.  I was standing in the rain scrubbing blue raspberry from everything within Maddi's reach, when Graysen threw up all over the place and completely drenched his clothes and carseat. 

Then I decided to get back in the car and just drive home (barefoot, because my shoes were so muddy). Then my friend's car died.  

Lesson learned: rainy days are for staying home and watching movies in your pajamas. 

But. Since we were soaked and dirty anyway, when we got home Madison and I played in the rain.  Correction. I played in the rain.  She played in the mud.  Making mud soup, she said.  

Nothing like a little mud to brighten a drizzly day!

We're Off.

To see the Wizard, that is.

I decided to be themey for Halloween this year.  I'm not usually one to dress up, but when I was able to borrow an entire Dorothy costume just my size, I couldn't resist talking Maddi into being Glinda.
I had her at pink and poofy.  
(The wand and crown sealed the deal.)

Micah, being the supportive husband that he is, let me stuff him with straw and paint his face for our church Trunk or Treat activity the weekend before Halloween (but sadly- we didn't get any pictures that night).

Graysen wasn't quite as cooperative.  He didn't love his lion hat so much.  He'd scream and shake his head back and forth until the hat slipped down over his eyes, and then scream louder.  No pictures there, either. 

Oh well, even minus the Scarecrow and Lion, Madison and I sure had fun getting all dolled up and trick-or-treating.  

Maddi was such a sweetheart. At every house, she'd run to the door, say "trick-or-treat," then look up right into the face of whoever gave her candy and say "thank you!" in a tiny little voice.  I kind of can't wait until we can do this again next year!

Three Months.

 

This post is overdue.  (Graysen is four months, four days old today.)  Better late than never.

At three months, Graysen likes to smile at everything. Especially his bear mobile and his big sister.

He giggles when I suck out his nose with a bulb syringe.

He coos and gurgles when we talk to him.

He cries when he's lonely.  And during tummy time. And when the bear mobile music stops.

He loves attention from anybody, and being sung to.  We love when he's cuddly, his sweet smiles and his happy sounds. We also love that his reflux is not so bad any more and that he's sleeping for 6-7 hours at night (Yay!).

He's growing so fast!

Here's Your Host...

This is Madison pretending to be Cat Deely.

(I watch a lot of Hulu while I'm feeding the baby.)

She cocks her head and says, "Ladies and gentlemens, so you think a dance!" and then tells me, "Mom, you say 'yay.'"

Please note the best post-nap hair ever.  And yes, that is a plastic eggplant microphone.  Cat Deely's got nothing on that.

Sundays

 

Sundays kind of wear us out. 

  

Because of our church schedule, Madison doesn't get her afternoon nap, and we don't get home until nearly 5:00pm.  Every week the kids fall asleep on the way home.  We transfer them to the living room and let them keep on sleeping.

And then Micah and I eat dinner alone. 
With no interruptions.
And we love it.

It's like date night.  It's quickly becoming my favorite part of the week.  Tonight we made ourselves chocolate chip waffles and blueberry italian sodas.  Being the parents is AWESOME.