Oct 30, 2010

Jack-O-Lanterrrrrn

On October 7th Richard and Harrison killed a pumpkin and tore out its gooey innards!


And then we carved it up and made it our newest friend.  I'm pretty sure Colin wanted to eat it.


Harrison loved it.  Made us light the candle over and over again and wouldn't let us leave it out on the porch and wanted to play with it all the time.


I think the pumpkin loved him back.

Oct 29, 2010

Hee Haw!

On Oct. 4th we spent our Family Night at Hee Haw farms.  Fun times abounded.  Herein lies the photographic documentation of said fun.

First was the petting farm.  Harrison had those goats eating right out of his hands.



and Colin had them eating right out of his face


Harrison tried for a good 5 minutes to feed this pig, but he would have none of it.


So now we know: Goats are better than pigs.  It is nice to have THAT debate finally settled.


I had Colin in the baby carrier and tried to take a picture of the two of us together, but it really wasn't working out.


Darn these stubby arms of mine.  I finally gave up, and using my mind I levitated the camera out in front of me to get the shot.


There!  Don't know why I didn't do that in the first place.

Later on, Colin turned into a farmer.  That can happen sometimes.  



We did a  little of this:


and a little of that:


and then to top it all off we went on a hay ride and snapped this family picture,


which just proves that the children were having a swell time.  If you are wondering why Harrison is wearing shorts when it was clearly so cold outside, it is simply because he had TWO accidents while we were there, and the shorts were the only thing we had left. So, pretty standard evening. The end!

Oct 18, 2010

Camera Man

Harrison wanted to hold Colin, and they sat still for one picture,


but that was it for Harrison so I showed HIM how to take pictures.  Which he thought was WAY more fun, and he was really pretty good at.


love the expression on Colin's face.



But what he wanted to take pictures of was not us, but the carpet and the window and his toys.  So then I showed him how to take video, cuz I figured hearing him look at stuff through the camera would be lots more interesting than looking at the pictures.  

So now he is a camera man, and I think it is very cute.
So here is a video, by Harrison.


4 Months!

That's right.  Our little cutie is now 4 whole months old.


I love this age.  Every day, impossibly, he gets cuter.  And everyday he drools more.  He is a drooling machine.  And he wants to suck and chew on everything.  Except a binkie. He will suck on my arm until I get a hickey, but I cannot get him to take a pacifier.


He is drinking 5 ounces at a time, and he will laugh if you blow in his face or tickle his neck.  He is just starting to reach for things (which is tricky business!  like trying to play the piano with the chopsticks tapes onto your toes.) mostly our faces, and is going to start rolling over any day now.  He is so close.  And he finally has enough control over his hands to get them to his mouth when he wants them, so now he can suck on the first two fingers of his left hand anytime he wants.


I got me some mad photography skills.  I love that face!  I love to kiss his soft cheeks and can't stop hugging his squishy little body.  

Oct 15, 2010

We Have Willpower!

Eating healthy for me is a lot like that Frog and Toad book where Toad makes cookies and then Frog tells him that it probably isn't good for them to eat all those cookies at once so they get a ladder and put the cookies way up high on a shelf where they can't reach them and then run around yelling "We have Willpower!"

But then the story (and my life) continues by Toad realizing that he could just use the ladder to get the cookies back down.   So Frog throws the cookies out the door and a bunch of birds come and eat them all.  Then Toad is mad cuz he doesn't have any cookies so he goes home and makes a cake.
You know.  It's kind of like that.

Oct 13, 2010

Tales of the Macabre

How did Puff Daddy Become P Diddy?

And how can I become E Licious?  That is what I want to know.  I mean, there are a lot of questions out there to ask, but that is the one that prays most often on my mind.

I would just like to state, for the record, that I should be doing something else right now.  I really felt like the record should include that.  Good ol' record.


And speaking of the record, I've been told that it also needs to include my least favorite ways to die.  I'm assuming this is so that when an evil genius finally decides to do me in that he can kill me in the most unpleasant way possible.  Which sounds like a swell idea to me!

So here they are, in honor of the morbidness that is Halloween,

5 ways I don't want to die:


  1. Burned at the Stake. Fire is one of those too-much-of-a-good-thing type forces and I just don't think I want to be fired until I die.
  2. Tickled to death. I'm sure we've all said "Stop stop stop!" when being tickled (and meant it to varying degrees, depending on how cute we thought the tickler was) but can you imagine if they just actually really wouldn't stop until you were dead?  It is a fearsome assasin who weilds those fingers.
  3. Glue gunned to death. Enough said
  4. Suffocating in excrement.  I know it is gross, but I read a story about someone who escaped from a Nazi prison camp by hiding out in a toilet hole, and I've thought about it a lot.  I really don't think I would want to live through that experience. But I wouldn't want to die through it either.  I would just like to avoid all close contact with human waste if at all possible.  And I know I would rather die than clean up human poop for the rest of my life.  Animal dung I think I could live with, but human poop? No, just kill me now. Just not in the poop.  I know I am making a lot of demands.
  5. Being hunted, chased and then mauled to death by a giant beast.  Death by beast is bad enough.  Being hunted would be..............I'm at a loss for words.  Being hunted would be pretty darn scary.  Please, just let it take me by surprise, just let it hide in the bushes and spring out at mekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Oct 7, 2010

You're Never Fully Dressed

When dressing my babies I often think about the fact that I can dress them in whatever I want. (especially if their dad isn't there to object.)  I might put them in something that cracks me up and think "They don't even care."  I could dress them as nice or as sloppy as I wanted and it just didn't matter.  It was all up to me.

Those days with Harrison are slowly drawing to a close.  Here is what he wears lately.


My sister Cameo brought over some cowboy boots her little boy had outgrown and of course Harrison love them.  Then he found that hat at Target and it was only $1.00 so I bought it.  Sometimes he calls himself a witchy, and other times it is his cowboy hat, but whatever it is, he wears it with the boots almost non-stop.



So there we have it.  A little boy with opinions. What is he going to be wearing 10 years from now??