Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Last weekend, we took the kids to the "pumpkin patch". In quotes because this was not the usual pumpkin patch where you walk through muddy fields and search for your perfect pumpkin to actually cut from the vine. This was the local pumpkin patch with bouncy houses, rides, and a small petting zoo. The children loved it and had a great time, but I do miss the mess of the real pumpkin patches. Notice the attire on the children.....it was a hot day and I did not feel like forcing them into their fall/halloween attire on this day(Yes, Carrie, I know I should have for the sake of the pictures).

Monday, October 11, 2010

Here are a few pictures of the new backsplash I mentioned. We are so happy with the result. It is a glass tile with a brick pattern. . . .not for everyone, but it suits our taste. Oh--and Darin was the one who first picked it out(yes, he is metrosexual)!

Sunday, October 03, 2010

Quick update on the little pumpkins:

Ellery is officially allergic to penicillan, and I am now assuming that Dane will be, too.

Ellery is taking tap and ballet and absolutely loves it(a million percent more than soccer).

Ellery is a thriving, growing, curious, and loving little Kindergartener. Her teacher is the holy grail of teachers and Ellery has a new love--William! He is the cutest little blonde haired, blue eyed little boy I have ever seen.....not to mention that he is a sweetheart. Needless to say, the girl has great taste.

Dane is an active and curious toddler who loves all things boy! Cars, trucks, Buzz, balls, skateboards and surfboards are all fair game for this busy little man.

He is enjoying preschool and mama is enjoying a little free time to herself.

The second he wakes in the morning he has to pick out and change his clothes. He only wants to wear short-sleeved t-shirts and shorts. I am a polo shirt kind of mama, but have learned to let some things go.

On Friday, he took off his pull-up(which was full of poop) and wiped it all over my staircase carpet. What is that? I was horrified and I am pretty sure the neighbors think I am abusing my son because of my high pitched yells!

He is also such a happy, little cuddle bug that I can't stay mad at him for long.