Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Whose Child is This??

Kirby doesn't like chocolate. Let me repeat that...Kirby...a child of mine and Scott's...DOES NOT like chocolate. While I understand this is technically a good thing at this age, it just seems a little strange given my and Scott's love of all things dark and delicious!

So, Kirby has decided that almost anything "brown" must be chocolate and said yucky-chocolate apparently shows up in the most unexpected places...

*The other night we had pizza. There were a few spots of burnt cheese and she shrieks, "Yucky Mommy...chocolate!" She refuses to eat the rest of hers until it's removed.

*One of her frozen mini waffles got a little charred in the toaster...."Oooo, Mommy...yucky chocolate on my waff-a!" Mommy gets a knife and scrapes it off. All is well.

*She was eating an apple the other day. The apple had a few teeny, tiny discolored spots..."Mommy, apple is yucky...look chocolate!" Mommy peels the discolored skin. The poor apple didn't stand a chance though. She takes a bite and gets close in to the core, which exposes a few seeds..."Oh no Mommy, apple has ANTS!"

She really cracks us up, the little cutie!

Monday, November 3, 2008

When the Cat's Away....

The mice...will sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed!
The girls and I have started this little tradition that the first night that Scott is out of town on a multiple night business trip is "Girl's Night". This night usually includes a fun, bad-for-you dinner - McDonald's or Sonic - and the "treat" of getting to sleep with me. The girls love being able to watch cartoons in our bed, and I love that once I get them up there and settled, they stay put. Once I'm done getting the house shut down, I climb in and we all snuggle up.

It's a very sweet, peaceful time...until the heavy sleeping and the tossing and turning begin. There's your usual cover stealing/hogging issues. There are arms tossed about, noses bashed. There are knees to the stomach and Kirby seems to always end up completely inverted on top of the covers near the end of the bed. That situation requires getting completely out of bed to bring her back "in to position", which of course wakes Emerson up...then everyone must go to the bathroom and get resettled. Once resettled and I let out a sigh, thinking we'll all drift off back in to pleasant slumber...someone needs a drink. We all get drinks and resettle again. A few more half-asleep cover renegotiations take place, a few little feet are repositioned and all is well. Before I know it, the alarm is buzzing, and though I should feel exhausted...I bounce out of bed, make a cup of coffee....then lay on the couch in complete, untouched peace, with my very own blanket and savor several minutes before it's time to rally the troops for the day.

I know what you're thinking....why on earth would I subject myself to such an irritating, sleepless night? Well, take a look at the sweeties below....I wouldn't miss Girls Night for anything!


~ But thank goodness it's only for ONE night! :-) ~

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sentimental Sunday

We weren't able to make it to Dewberry Farm in Brookshire this year. It's a really fun place and if you've never been, you should check out their site and make plans to go some time. Here's the website http://www.dewberryfarm.com/ It's a short drive out of town, but well worth it!

We've been two years with the Jones Family and our kids have always had a blast! Time just seems to have blown by since Hurricane Ike. Everyone's schedule was disrupted, events were cancelled, rescheduled and rearranged (oh, yeah...and the Jones' went to Mexico. JEALOUS!) It was hard to find the time before Halloween to fit it in, and our weekends are full this month as well. We certainly are a busy family!!
So, for your viewing pleasure...here are a few quick photos of our trip last year.

Emerson (with Scott and Kirby close behind!) on the roller slide.

The grilled corn is the BEST!


The Forbes and Jones Kids...E-I-E-I-O!

Can you see us? That's me and Emerson in the middle of the Corn Maze.

A family picture on the Corn Train.