Louder than words!

Happy Halloween!

Here are some pumpkins we carved for the contest at scouts. We call them Puke-O-Lantern and Jack-O-Cannibal. I wish I could claim them as original designs but of course we saw them online and copied them.

We love living near the coast. I personally think that it's madness to play in water so cold it makes you cry out in pain. Well, I cry out anyway. I am happy to stay on the beach and out of the water. Not my boys.....they were born to boogie! I can't keep them out of it. They ride those frigid waves on their boogie boards. This year we added skim boards and Cairan and Haydn tried surfing. They're hooked! What can I say, we love the beach!

So this has been quite the week. I think I'm averaging 2 come-aparts a day! Not the little teeny, tiny get choked up kind but rather the big, brilliant explosive kind. The other day I drove over to Papa Murphy's to get pizza because, well I just couldn't deal with dinner because we had pumpkin guts all over the counter due to the pumpkin carving contest we were participating in at pack meeting (Is it ok to detest scouts when you have 4 boys?) in an hour. I get there and don't have my wallet so I get to drive home and back again in rush hour traffic. I'm finally in line to pay for our pizza. Alek is of course climbing all over the counter trying to watch the main attraction (a bunch of pizza faced teenagers constructing our pizzas and those of a dozen other hungry customers). Jonah who doesn't want to miss out on all the action is screaming to watch. I ask Haydn to lift him up so that he can see what must be the greatest food assembly line ever, which he kindly does. Haydn leans him up against the counter where Jonah proceeds to throw himself back and yell. Haydn quickly puts him down and throws his hands in the air looking at me as if to say, "I'm innocent, I didn't do anything". I look down at Jonah who is doubled over and in his clearest, loudest voice he booms, "YOU HURT MY WIENER!" Ahhh, my favorite vulgar slang word. Just another reason I love being a boy mom. So many opportunities make other people laugh........at me!

Oh for the lazy days of summer!

I was sitting here at the computer and Haydn walked up and started rubbing my shoulder. I sort of subconsciously realized that he had just walked out of the bathroom and his hands were neither wet nor damp. I instinctively questioned whether he had washed his hands. His face took on this huge smile and he said, "almost". What does that mean exactly? "Almost!?!" was my reply, "what do you mean, almost?" "I almost thought about it," he said over his shoulder as he headed back into the bathroom. I wish you could have seen his face. He is killing me with his ever expanding sense of humor!

Thanks Corrin for the inspiration! I'm back!