It's Starting. . .again.

My hair has all but stopped falling out, Eden can roll around and get to the toy she wants, lunch is getting made and dinner is a definite possibility.  Eden is super happy and only gets up once a night. . . (this is where you hear the record player come to a screeching halt). . .oh wait, she is suddenly back to getting up 4 times a night and only sleeping about 30 minutes a day. I have never (ever) met a more social baby in my life.

My lack of sleep has allowed my cognitive thinking to escape me yet again.  I am back to letting Avery have tuna for breakfast and Téa is loving her Nilla Wafers with milk in the morning.

Holy Cow.  Kids are resilient, right?  Right? Just say yes.  

I always tell people, "you have to pay for cuteness" . . .  and well, Eden is extremely cute.

Potato Harvest

A few weeks ago we went up to Ben's parent's farm in Idaho.  Ben has been wanting to work Harvest with his dad for years and finally got the time to do it. It doesn't matter how many times I've been there, it is always mind-blowing to see that many potatoes. And to think they have more than one cellar. . .and to think other farms have just as many cellars with just as many potatoes.  I can't wrap my head around it. We took the girls down the air shaft and up the stairs to the top of the pile.  It actually scared them for a minute, but they were fine and back to their old antics in no time.  

Serioiusly, A Drag.

Walking the aisles of Costco.  
I knew I had a lot in the cart, but I didn't think I had that much.  I pushed the cart almost a full aisle before I saw the real reason the cart was so heavy. Avery was standing (dragging) right next to me and I didn't even notice. I laughed so hard that I made her continue to hang there until I got her picture.  

Halloween 2008

Only a few small showers, no snow.  It was great.

Téa was a Red "Debil."  And being a Red Devil- like so many costumes were for me - is just an excuse to wear makeup. A lot of makeup.


Avery "The Black Bride/Cheerleader."  I get the Dumb Mom Award for taking my 5-year-old -who already had a costume - into Target 3 days before Halloween and walking by the costume section.  She saw the cheerleader costume.  She begged. I declined.  She cried.  We compromised. The bride has cheerleader pigtails and no veil. 

And quite reasonably, the fiercest lion you have ever seen.