Thankful

We spent Thanksgiving at my cousin's house. Evan decided to throw a tantrum over God knows what right when everyone was sitting down to eat. So, I spent the first 20 minutes or so of the meal with Evan, on the couch in the other room. 

I'll be able to enjoy a hot meal and make table small talk in peace one of these years, right? 

I took a video asking the kids what they were thankful for. They both answered "Halloween". Um, sure. Priorities. 

The next day, we were all driving in the car on the way to the zoo and decided to talk about what we each were thankful for. We asked Corinne, and clear as day, she said "ISIS". 

Matt and I looked at each other. "Did she really just say ISIS?" "That's what I heard, too." "OMG too bad we weren't videoing this." "I KNOW."

Turning our attention back to her, "ISIS?" we asked. 

"Yes, ISIS" she replied. 

"Honey, umm, what is ISIS?" we prodded. 

After much back and forth to determine what our speech impaired 4yo actually meant, it was determined that she was trying to say "pies". Like, thankful for pie. Much more in line with the previous day's thankfulness of Halloween. 

Good to know that sugar, not extremist groups, makes the world go round

*yawn*

Its 1:14a. I was awoken to screams coming from upstairs. I went to Evan's room (the source), and he looked at me from tears in eyes and sobbed "I need pink pants!!!"

Wait, what? 

I calmed him down by lying to him, saying we'll go shopping for pink pants tomorrow. 

Corinne also had a cough tonight, so who knows how long she'll last for. 

Why does this shit always happen when M is out of town for the week?

Birthday party

About 15 minutes before we were set to leave (right when her pre-k class naps at school), Corinne announced she was tired. So I told her to go take a nap in her car seat, thinking that if she fell asleep, she could log a good hour, including drive time. 

So she did. Well that was easy. 

On the way there, I told Evan that he should close his eyes and take a nap so he'd be refreshed for the party. I was loudly told "I don't want to take a nap! I'm not tired! I don't want to be refreshed for da party!" 2 minutes later, I look back and he's sound asleep. I do love driving in a silent car...

The 2nd birthday party was at Gymboree and it brought back memories of when Corinne was that age and loved all the Gymboree equipment. Now she's too big for a lot of it and it doesn't give her the same thrill it once did. 

Savior cousin

My cousin and her family recently moved into the area. She's been spoiling the kids (and me) rotten. I had a doctor's   appointment today so she took the kids and did the cute pinteresty Halloween stuff with them. 

Like making Halloween cupcakes:

35

The day before my 35th birthday, I was treated to my first ever gallbladder (we think; confirmation will come next week via ultrasound) attack/stone/12 hours of crazy pain, and a urinary track infection. 

35 is rough, man. Advanced maternal age. 

Thankfully I was feeling well enough on the actual day of my birthday to go to the Melting Pot with friends. The week before, I went to Nikolai's Rooftop with some girlfriends. It is nice getting out, dressing up, wearing dangly earrings, and coming home late to kids already in bed, compliments of my wonderful husband. 

A few days after my birthday, we celebrated at home. Evan blew out my birthday candles. So, we re-lit and tried again. 

I've blown out three sets of candles in the last week. I wished for a baby for 2 out of the 3. Then as soon as the candles were out, I thought "are you insane?!?" Both kids are now daytime potty trained, sleeping in their own beds all night, and I can leave the house carrying only a cute, teeny, tiny purse. Our days aren't scheduled around naps (mostly), and they can (mostly) follow directions. Do I really want to upset that balance? On my third time blowing out the candles, I wished for everything to stay the same. I don't know what I want. 

Halloween Roundup

Around here, Halloween is a solid week-long holiday, between all the different trunk or treats, fall festivals, Halloween parties, and of course, the big night itself. 

I realized we live in the lame section of the neighborhood. On our street, only three houses participated (ours included), and the house two houses over saw us walking up their steps and promptly drew their shades in front our faces. However, a few streets over, the culdesac had a bonfire, a potluck, and everyone was sitting outside enjoying each other. So, the kids really had to get some mileage in their shoes to obtain candy on Halloween night. 

Corinne thought she had to perform for the candy, and started randomly singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" after people dropped candy into her bag. Evan (very) loudly announced "Twick or Tweat! I'm Batman!" at each door.