October 2007 Archives

Trick or Treat
Smell my feet
Gimme something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear!

I don't remember starting to write love letters until ... well, I know it wasn't FIRST GRADE! Last night while packing up Myra's backpack so it would be ready for school this morning, I found the following letter ...

"To Tilr ... From Myra
Do you wat to bee my boy fend?"

I decided not to mention it. She had been slightly embarrassed by the letter she had received Friday from one Mr Cameron. "Do you wat to by grl fred?" She said she sent a note back to him with "a big GIANT N-O on it".

Tonight while cleaning the living room ..

"To Cameron .... From Myra
817-###-#### ... Do you like me"

"To Cameron ... From Myra
Do you wat to cam to my house"

"To Cameron ... From Myra
I [heart] you ... We are going to the zoo"

Yes. THREE letters to Cameron. Each with it's own romantic picture of people having fun. Apparently, they plan on playing ball together and holding hands at the zoo.

*sigh* What happened to not being able to stop thinking about Mr Blue Shirt Barney Boy? That one didn't hit so close to home. Is our baby girl really growing up that fast?

Last week, the "neighbors" got evicted from their home (they haven't been there since the beginning of July). Everything that the family didn't take with them, got piled out on the curb for anyone to take. Free stuff! I was the first one over there.

I picked up a complete bed set (comforter, sheets, shams and dust ruffle), some clothes for Myra and Hannah, a wedding dress, a solid wood desk with matching hutch and chair, a few toys and over 200 diapers. One of the toys is something I've only seen in doctor's offices. It's one of those wirey looking wood bead roller coaster things. Anyway ...

Today, Hannah and Noah were fighting over it. That's nothing new really. The new part was after taking Noah to time-out for his royal fit (he's tired), Hannah had said "Noah doesn't want to be my best friend anymore." I thought that was just so sweet.

I just wanted to make sure I had this one "on record".

We've been busy getting prepared for Halloween this week and the kids are really having a blast. I've posted a new album of some of the fun stuff on the Photo Archive. Click on the picture to check it out:

Noah has been spouting off lately and he's said some really cute things. Last night we were sitting at a stoplight when he starts getting real excited about something. "It's wearing a hat! It's wearing a hat!" It took us a second, but we finally figured out what he was talking about. It was a pizza delivery man's car and it had the little sign stuck to it's roof. It DID kinda look like a hat.

A couple of days ago, Noah and I were playing football in the backyard. He still doesn't understand it, but he loves when I say "Hut, Hut!" and give him a handoff. Pass catching just isn't his forte right now. Anyway, he stops playing, gets right up to my face and says, "Daddy, you're my best friend!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I even made him repeat it. That has to be the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.

... for living peacefully with Noah.

RULE #1: IF I SEE IT, IT'S MINE

RULE #7: DO NOT TOUCH ME ... until I'm crying hysterically because I can't get down/up.

RULE #8: DO NOT HELP ME ... until I've completely screwed up what I was trying to do so that it takes ten times longer to help me than if I would have accepted/asked for help in the first place.

RULE #9: DO NOT SPEAK TO ME UNLESS I SPEAK TO YOU DIRECTLY ... or you're going to say something I want to hear ... which I seriously doubt ... so just don't speak.

RULE #10: DO NOT ASK ME WHAT I WANT ... I won't tell you ... and if I do, I'll be crying or screaming so much you won't be able to understand a single word of it

Last but in NO WAY the least

RULE #11: I'M NEVER SLEEPY!!!

As you can guess, we've been dealing with a TERRIBLE three-year-old. Don't get me wrong, he has his good moments. However, lately, it seems they've been out weighed buy the not so good ... the I'm-going-to-rip-my-hair-out-while-screaming-and-running-around-
in-circles-before-collapsing-to-the-floor-finally-mumbling-incoherently-in-the-fetal-position moments. I hear he'll eventually grow out of it. I'm just wondering if I'll live to see it ... you know ... outside the local insane asylum.

I took a couple of pictures recently that I just had to share. The first one is kinda artsy. It's our chandelier. If you look real close, not only can you see how messy everything is, but you can also see Noah playing on the kids new computer. He's a big fan of HotWheels.com. As you can see from the second picture, he's already figured out how this internet thing works. I'm sure we've all surfed the web in our undies a time or two. Noah takes it to the extreme.