I asked Handsome Dude to go get the mail the other day. He came bursting back in, out of breath and whisper/shouted:
“Baby deer! There is a baby DEER on our PROPERTY!”
It was all very exciting. Even though it was probably more like a teenager. Or a ‘tween.
Halloween!
I forgot to post about it. My bad. I am sure you have all been on pins and needles, wondering what the Lumberchildren dressed up as.
Sorry for the terrible picture quality. But are we surprised?
No. We are not.
From left to right:
Little Dude as Bob the Builder.
Sweet Pea as a prairie girl.
Handsome Dude as Thomas the Train
Daisy Mae as a bride.
And Daisy Mae would like everyone to know that she has NO GROOM.
*giggle, giggle, blush, blush*
We went to my parents’ house, as there are no, like, passersby in Ruralville for the trick or treating. Sweet Pea opted out of going, because she is almost ten and above such things.
Daisy Mae had to inform me that while trick or treating, Little Dude was grabbing more than one candy from the bowl. So, I had a little convo with him regarding proper candy-taking etiquette.
Therefore and henceforth, after each house, he would stand right by the person who just gave him the candy and shout to me:
“MOM! HEY, MOM! I NOT GRAB, MOM! I ONLY TOOK ONE, MOM! I NOT TAKE TWO OR FREE OR BOUR!”
And sometimes, a kind soul would give him more than one. If this were the case, he would stand and shout:
“HE GAVE ME FREE, MOM! I NOT GRAB!”
And he would use the pronoun “he” regardless of the candy-giver’s gender. Which was awesome.
In preparation for the dinner at my parents’ house, Sweet Pea had found a recipe from her American Girl magazine and fixed it up to bring. She was so excited about it. She got the little bite sized snacks all set up on a plate and brought a fancy, gold pie server. The gold pie server has a special story. She saw it in a store and just had to buy it for me for my birthday. She used her own money and was off the charts excited to give me a GOLD pie server. It was precious.
So, that was Halloween. And after my last post, I have been getting lots of “Poor Taylor” comments regarding the cook top. No need to feel badly for me! Sure, it was a bummer that the cook top broke, but David and I thought it was funny. It was an unfortunate accident. We had a good chuckle about it. Of course, we wish it would not have happened, but there are many worse things that can happen in life.
As David would say: “It’s only money, honey.”
And it is true! It’s just stuff.
Lastly, I wanted to show you this picture of Little Dude. He is writing a letter to our penpals in England.
I know! Penpals! Are we fancy-pants or what?
He has two new obsessions.
Markers and exclamation points.
Happy Monday!
Penpals! Awesome!
I hear you on the “It’s just stuff” point. We have had some things stolen the last couple of years (and our car just got egged the other night)…I keep thinking the lesson is hold loosely to things, lest your fingers get ripped off your hand. 😛
Love the pie server story. 🙂
It appears to me that Little Dude is actually WEARING a letter to his pen pal in England.
I love David’s philosophy, as it resembles my husband’s. I have moved more toward his side over the 15 years since we’ve been hitched. It’s been good for my blood pressure.
Aw…little dude’s exclamation points and markers make this teacher proud. He looks so happy and excited about learning! If all learning earned smiles like that…. “sigh”
LD is getting so big! How can you stand it?
I strongly believe we need more exclamation points. I highly approve!
My boys went trick or treating with one of their cousins. My youngest, who just turned two, would elbow his way so he was first to grab candy. Then as his cousin and brother were telling their jokes he continued to grab candy, one piece at a time, and put into his bucket. As soon as they took their piece of candy he stopped so he wouldn’t get caught. We tried to stop it after a couple houses, but it was so darn cute. Even cuter when he still tried to get away with it as we were standing right next to him.
We use that expression, “It’s only money” quite often around here. Just wait…as your kids grow your use of that saying will also grow. Exponentially!
Your blog always gives me a smile.
Feeling duly chastened about a “poor stovetop” comment – as tis’ true, there are worse things. Like, pigs, escaping from non-electrified fences. Your LD’s shout outs at each house sound much like the ones we heard over here from our youngest.