Pumpkins and Sharks and Ghosts, Oh My!

We’re gearing up for Halloween up in here.

At school party time…. all the 3 year olds and 4 year olds were cute as can be.

This is Shark Boy Cash and his girlfriend.  He loves to talk about her.  A lot. 

Lilly this… Lilly that.  He’s smitten.

Jagger’s school party involved NO costumes.  Booooo.

But that’s ok. 

We make up for all that political correctness by dressing up all crazy like every day at home.

“I got the moves like Jagger,” he sings.

And that’s what we’ve been up to the last few days or so.

Ready to be getting’ our Halloween on for realz tomorrow.

That’s What He Said, This Day in October

I peed on my shirt!  Is that a problem?

Yes, son.  Yes it is.

Is Holy Crap a bad word?

Um, yes.

What does the middle finger mean? 

Oh dear.  Lord, help me now.

Aside from the middle finger curiosity, I wish I could hit pause and not let them grow any bigger.  4 and 6 is just where I like em.

The Boys’ Wing

Ok, so they don’t actually have their own wing of the house.  But they do have their own bathroom, and their space is all the way on the other side of the house…. so I’m just gonna call it a wing.   WING!

I wish I had a before picture of the bathroom.  But I don’t.  So I am just going to have to paint it for you.  Carpet, floral wallpaper, deteriorating vanity, painted blue ceiling, and the old school type of lighting fixture that contains the electrical outlet.  Ok, is it fresh in your mind?  Good.  Because here the after photos:

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I am super pleased with it!  So fresh and so clean.  Mama like. 

Big shout out to the husband for making it happen!

Of course he did it all. 

Tile, wainscoting, painting, installation… blah blah blah. 

I peeled wall paper.  Kenzie helped. 

And because I feel like giving you a tour of the rest of the boys’ room, here ya go….

 

Big thanks to you guys for helping Jagger out with his collection! 

Kenzie & Henry, Mike & Jessica, Grandma Z, & Nicole, and to the other's that have said they will send one this way….. you all are awesome!  And I’ve got a happy little 6 year old. 

 

Here is Jagger’s “bank.”  He is saving for an eagle.  I kid you not. 

 

We’re also on the hunt for more road signs.  It’s sorta their thing.  But the big ones sure do get pricey. 

And here are more prized possessions:

1. Shark tooth guide  2. Counterfeit money  3.  Awesome artwork  4. Something silly Kenzie made  5. Jagger’s first autograph….I don’t know who it is, except for he was a former professional soccer player that appears to have the initials D and S….and he looks like this:

Anyway, this concludes your tour of the West Wing.

So now that we are done with the little bathroom…. the kitchen is next on the list.  Will it really get done?  I have no idea.

October Stuffs

It seems as if I have lost my enthusiasm for blogging lately.  I’m pretty sure the blame can go to the wonderful weather this month, Pinterest, and, uh, Wall Street.  Why not? 

Even so, I was told it is my turn to blog.  And I can’t let the people down.  I refuse to let all three of you down.  And Alisha, I think it’s your turn in scrabble.  Also, I am setting up two more posts for tomorrow and the day after.  I’m on a roll people.  This is crazy. 

So, back to blog number one of this week. 

Last week, Kenzie and I took the boys out for a mini photo shoot.  The weather was nice and the leaves were pretty, so I figured it was an awesome idea to make my offspring wear flannel and take some pics out on the local trail. 

I got a few good ones. 

Yes they are cute.  And yes, Grant is wearing overalls. 

Do you know about Grant and the overalls situation?  Well, the situation is: He loves them!  A lot.  More than any normal 20-something-year-old that isn’t a farmer.  Since living in Great Grandpa’s house, Grant has had unlimited access to Great Grandpa’s overalls.  I think it’s sweet that he wears his Grandpa’s things.  After all, I can hardly picture Great Grandpa in anything but overalls.  Anywho, Grant likes the overalls so much, he is almost abusing the privilege.  Sometimes he pretends to be Kris Kross but usually he just pretends to be uber hillbilly. 

Yes, that’s my husband about to go hand fishin’. 

Anyways, back to the boys photo shoot.  It ended quite abruptly when a rock ruined Cash’s day. 

No bueno!  I hate to see my boys hurt. 

I was fearful that he was going to need stitches or the like, but once we got it all cleaned up, it was just a tiny cut.  And everything was better when I promised him popcorn and a movie night.   

And because I can’t leave you with that terrible picture of Cash in your mind, I’ll throw in some randomness to ease your mind.

This is the back yard right about now.  It gets to be dang pretty in October. 

However, these boogers are what is all over the front yard.

 

I only wish this kind of tree on my enemies.  And maybe my frenemies.  Well, whatever.  I hardly ever waste time wishing about the trees of others.  Just make sure you don’t have a Sweet Gum Tree if you like walking in your yard.  It’s quite bothersome. 

This little headless man is consistantly decked out as follows: Half Mizzou, half Jayhawk, and half safety-pinned Superman.  Yes, I know that is 3 halves, so what? He just really loves the Big 12 and wants us stay united. 

And that’s all the randomness that I could come up with today.  There will be more tomorrow. 

If I was a dinosaur, I would be blogasaurus rex.

One Man’s Trash

You know what they say. 

So, I’m hinting at our latest treasure.

Our latest treasure was rescued from the neighbor’s trash. 

That Grant pulled out of the trash.  

Honestly, I am just in disbelief that he did it.  I mean, I’m all for yanking something valuable out of the trash, I’m just in disbelief that Grant did this.  That’s not usually his style.

If I was a betting woman, I would have said that I would do this a dozen or so times in my life before he would even think about it.  But I would be wrong. 

Treasures from the Trash Scoreboard

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Anywho. 

The treasure I am talking about is this number. 

Yep, a booty painting.  A nude booty painting.  

He thought it looked like him. 

It kinda does. 

Actually, he thought it would be a good gag gift for someone.  He didn’t count on me wanting to keep it. 

I did and I do and it’s here to stay until I get sick of it. 

As for the placement these sweet cheeks, that’s easy. 

Kenzie’s room, of course. 

The Shin Dig

As I sit here eating my take-out-sushi, and the boys enjoy a Saturday night marathon of Inspector Gadget, I figure I should recap the boys’ birthday festivities from last week.  Better late than never. 

But before I start, I just want to thank Netflix for letting me relive my childhood.  Basically, Inspector Gadget is awesome and I hope my kids realize how blessed they are to have this opportunity. 

Anyway, early on Jagger’s birthday we woke him up to show him his big surprise.  And this kid became giddy with excitement.

 

But the first thing he said?

“How much did it cost?”

What a funny 6 year old.  I love that he’s so concerned with our budget! 

Cash’s birthday was just two days later, and since the tramp was a you-are-brothers-and-you-are-sharing-this-type-of-gift, his birthday morning surprise was a little less exciting. 

But I think he loved it just the same. 

That weekend all of our  family came to town to celebrate.  Well, maybe they didn’t come just to celebrate, but they were there none the less.  And we couldn’t have been more thrilled.

 

In fact, the boys were so thrilled, they didn’t wear shirts all weekend. Do you hear that family? You are THAT thrilling to us!

It was kinda crazy and hectic, but that’s just how we roll.

Years ago, I had a lady tell me that goods mom never buy the birthday cake, but they should always make it instead.  I bought into that for the last five years.  But this year…. nope.   I delegated to the grocery store.  Good moms can delegate, too right?  Right?  Somebody please say “right!”

Anywho, we had a decently rocking good time.  I mean, nobody danced on the tables or anything, but everyone was pretty smiley.  And there was sugar.  So, recap:  smiles, sugar, and presents.  Yep, good time.  Plus: Both sets of grandparents.  All the aunts and all the uncles.  And most importantly, all the cousins.  The boys were in heaven.  (minus the brief fights & attitudes, of course:)  Yes, it was a good time. 

And we got a kick out of this guy a couple of times.  They boys love it, and I am proud of them.  Just thought you should know. 

Another Birthday Boy