Wowza

It has been over a month since my last post. Oops, sorry! Well, how about a bunch of catch up posts?

Randomness

I had an interesting conversation with T's teacher this morning. She reported Thomas telling her he was very tired yesterday. This isn't too surprising because it was, afterall, the day after Halloween. His reasoning is what is so random. He told her, "I didn't get much sleep last night because my dad was up all night smoking cigars." Really?! It's a good thing we don't believe half of what kids tell us at school!

Dress Up

Dressing up is - well, it's just fun. Kids (and parents) put a lot of thought into dressing up at Halloween. What to buy, make, pull together that speaks to your childs personality at that point in this year. It's often a production.

This weekend, Kyle and Erin had their first ever sleep over at our house. All the kids were very excited about this opportunity to play together for so long. As well, our church was having a Halloween fun event for kids. So, Laura sent along Kyle and Erin's costumes and we headed off for some Halloween fun.

Erin, the tiger, Kyle, the flight commander, and Thomas, the worker guy, had a great time. They got a kick out of putting their costumes on and playing games together. I wanted a picture of the 3 of them on the way in. They decided it would be a good idea to make choreographed faces.

Here are scared Tiger, Flight Commander, and Worker Guy.

Mad Tiger, Flight Commander, and Worker Guy. Happy Tiger, Flight Commander and Worker Guy.


Do kids have all the fun? Nope, not always. Alan went to a Halloween party tonight as well. I couldn't go because I was taking care of the 3 previously mentioned kiddos. This Halloween party was at the house of his boss, Tom. So, I thought it would be fun (and oh so fitting) to have Alan dress up as a golfer. He and I had a great time pulling his costume together. I pinned his dress pants up so they would look like knickers. Yes, I drew a mustache on him. And yes, those are my socks. Before he left, Erin commented, "those are girl socks!" Hee, hee. They are pink.

For the Love of Leaves

Leaves are fun. Unless, of course, you are the one responsible for taking care of all of them. Luckily for Thomas and I that isn't our responsibility. Rather, we get to enjoy them. Thomas absolutely loves the falling leaves. He loves them for a variety of reasons. He can rake them,

jump into them,
jump over them,

pose for mom in them,

roll around in them,and drive through them.

Sadly, for Thomas and I, leaf season doesn't last very long. We are really blessed with such a picturesque piece of property. Our yard is stunning when the leaves start changing. I love all the reds, oranges, and yellows that I can enjoy when outside and inside out of our large windows. But, all good things must come to an end, right? Thomas remarked today that our trees are already bare. That means no more pretty colors for mom, leaf fun for T, or leaf duty for dad. Now that the leaves are gone - mother nature can bring on the snow as far as I'm concerned.

Thomas-isms

A couple new Thomas-isms for you all:

"Gavin should spend the night. Then, we would never have to stop playing." Mourning bedtime after his buddy went home last night.

"Daddy doesn't like to ride on the tire swing. It makes him too Disney." While spinning in circles on the tire swing at the park.

"I would name the kitten Pat the Hammer Asiala Kitten." A little pause then, "No, I would name him Thomas. Thomas Asiala." Trying to persuade me to let him get a kitten. I wanted to get him a kitten in the spring and his response was, "we already have a cat."

Wordless Wednesday

Just Monkeying Around

Thomas has a new favorite activity. He's very proud of himself. Any guess what it is?

This old apple tree is a good climbing tree. He can climb up about 6 feet before the branches get too far apart for his little legs. That is plenty high as far as I'm concerned! Thomas and I searched a good portion of our property yesterday and couldn't find any other good climbing trees. We might just have to put on our muck boots and search the ravine high and low.