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Halloween Christmas!

Ready to Go

I got Ben’s costume out Tuesday to see if it fit him. [I know, I’m really late… We bought it last year at Neat Repeatz and it was way too long so he wore something else. This year it fit.]

Then yesterday I started talking about Halloween and what all goes on. I told him he would dress up as a fireman and then he and Daddy would go down the street and knock on doors. I asked him what he would say when they came to the door and opened it.

Halloween Christmas! he told me. He could not have said it with more enthusiasm.

No, Ben. You say “Trick or treat.”

A bit later…

Me: What do you say when they come to the door and open it?

Ben: Halloween Christmas!

[I think he got the belligerent gene from my dad, where you insist on doing stupid things that completely mortify the rest of us.]

Steve came home, we ate supper and at 6:00 the two of them headed out to go trick-or-treating.

Steve said he was just going to take him to a few houses on our street. Like a half a dozen houses or so, is what I had in mind. But by 6:45, I had seen nothing of them, and I was living my own Halloween horror story. [Steve had been asking me if I had ever seen any Halloween horror movies, and my answer was no except for maybe when I was channel surfing and watched one long enough to figure out what it was and move on. I hate horror stories.]

When they finally got home (shortly after 7:00), Steve said hardly anyone on our street was at home so they wandered over a couple streets where they hit the Halloween jackpot – everyone was at home (some of them even sitting outside waiting on their porches for kids to come by and ask for candy), and they were all handing out really good treats (like whole candy bars, not just mini ones). Then they came back to our street and went to the five houses where people were actually home handing out candy.

After they got home, we let Ben pick one piece of candy and eat it. He picked the biggest candy bar in the lot (of course) and shared it with Daddy. Then after he went to bed, Steve went though all the loot to make sure it was okay. We have a gallon-size ziplock bag full of candy, enough to last through November and beyond at a rate of one piece a day (though we promised a second piece if he goes stinky in the potty). Oh my!

Here’s one more picture of our sweet Ben in his costume, just for good luck. It’s a great shot of him, but the cat could have been a little quicker and gotten out of the picture before I snapped it.

Little Fireman

Happy Halloween!

Jack-o-Lantern

Pictures of boys in costumes coming soon…

The Whisk

The Whisk Boy

Ain’t he cute?

Success!

Examining the Prize He had to pull so hard to get the whisk out of the silverware tray that he sat down hard on his little bottom when he finally got it.

Favorite

Look! The refrigerator is open!

Assistant

I help Daddy.

Looking for more

Hmmm…I see more dishes up there that I might play with.

Sidenote: Theme

Back to my favorite theme…

I stumbled across another blog with this theme and figured out where it actually came from. WordPress has a page where you can browse for themes but I hadn’t seen this one again. The guy who designed it, though, has his own blog where he features all of his themes.

I had originally dropped it because it wasn’t compatible with an updated version of WordPress, but now that I found the source, I can download the updated version of the theme every time they update WordPress.

I still would love to have my own header and my own design, but for now, I have something I really like…and perhaps something I can loosely base my own design on. I need to start keeping a list of what I see that I like and then figure out how to make it happen on my own blog.

So much thinking…so little time…

Impossibilities

Things I want to do:

Make my own header/template for my blog. I’m so tired of trying different themes and never quite liking them because there’s always one or two things that annoy me. I’d really like to do one using my own pictures. But alas! I am too web-illiterate and it would take me forever to figure it out.

Figure out how to use Photoshop to edit my pictures. I know some of them need help, but there are a thousand-and-one ways to fix your photos in Photoshop and everyone has their opinion on what should be done and what is not enough and too much and so forth. I am sure that I am doing it all wrong, and I am completely confused by it all.

Brush up on my German. My college degree includes a minor in German. I’ve knit from German knitting patterns (which I loved – their patterns are so much easier to follow, in my humble opinion). One of my homeschooling goals is to teach my kids a foreign language – like German. With the internet, I could read German knitting blogs to get basic fluency (I am a member of a Yahoo German knitting group so they wouldn’t be hard to find). Then I could read German news sites and talk German with my boys and really go quite far. I love the German language – it would be so much fun.
But I never seem to have a moment when I am thinking clearly enough to do any of this.

I would like to write up knitting patterns for things I have designed and offer them here on my blog. But again, alas! I am web-illiterate. I would need to set up some kind of shopping cart. I would need to offer a few free to prove to people that I know how to write patterns (every designer seems to have two or three patterns on their site that were their early designs that they offered to help create a following). Writing up the patterns wouldn’t be too hard. But schematics? I can’t draw worth anything, and I don’t have a scanner if I drew them by hand on graph paper. Schematics are kind of nice to have. Ach!

I would like to read this book and then spend a half hour a day reading just for the joy of reading. You know, classics. Literature. Stuff like that. I used to love reading. I used to lead a book group at Borders when I lived in Maryland. We read contemporary literature – you know, prize winning novels and the like, not just trashy or popular stuff. It was so fun. I so want to be better at reading and analyzing literature. It’s fun and it makes me feel like I’m stretching myself, like I’m not just sticking with what is easy and with what I already know.

Our bedroom is in major need of a makeover. As in, I want to make new pillow covers and a quilt that actually fits our bed. Right now, we’re using a good down comforter that is supposedly sized for regular/queen. It fits nicely on the regular sized mattress I had before we got married, but it does not fit on the queen size bed that we use now. Quite frankly, it barely reaches the edges of the mattress – only in your imagination does it hang nicely down each side. But I need to decide which quilt pattern I want to make, what fabric I want to use, and then find the time to do it.

Which leads to the next thing I need to do – figure out how to use my Bernina sewing machine. I have it now – finally – but I have not yet gotten it out of the box. It was hard enough to find time to sew when I had my old Viking (which I knew how to use). Finding time to sew and figure out how to use a new machine seems to be impossible. Steve has jeans he wants me to hem – the 34’s are too long and the 32’s are to short so he bought the 34’s and wants me to hem them so he can wear them. And Joey’s longies need elastic so he can wear them and so I can take pictures of him again so we can remember how cute he is without me being mortified by what clothes he was wearing. But I need time when I can think clearly enough, not just to sew, no, to sew and figure out how to use a new machine (though at least I am fairly certain the machine will work and not break down on me and need to be in the shop for repair for two weeks when I finally do find a moment to sit down and use it – we are making progress here).

But…all of these things require me to think clearly. Yes, to actually think about something. Which seems to be nothing short of impossible.

Yes, I get up early in order to have some peace and quiet so I can think coherently, but usually that is when I am planning my day. If I don’t plan my day, let’s just say, it’s not good. Then the boys get up and my day is general chaos, in spite of any planning I may have done. The more serious thought I need to give something, the more interruptions I seem to get. [Why is this?] Then in the evening when the boys finally go to bed, I am simply too tired to spell my name for someone, much less actually think about something.

Sometimes I just feel like I have rocks in my head – all these things I want to do that I never even start to try to get done. They’re just there, in my way, all the time. In fact, sometimes I think it’s a wonder I get anything done at all. Seriously.

But life just goes on. That’s how it is. Right now I need to make the boys put their beds back where they belong – rolling them around the room seems to be a great sport. The laundry needs attention. And lunch needs to be made.

Woe is me!

Birthday Boy

Birthday Boy

You know, every time I mentioned to another mother that I was doing a birthday party for my one-year-old, the immediate response always seemed to be, “Don’t make the cake! That’s too much trouble! Just buy one.” Or something like that. I must confess, I do not know why everyone says that. Perhaps they go all out on everything else and the cake – or even the food – is what pushes them over the edge.

Truth be known, I may not make a birthday cake like my mother. But, all things considered, the cake and the food are actually the parts I’m sorta good at.

Picking a theme and doing a thing around that? I couldn’t think of a theme if my life depended on it.

Decorating for a party? I hate decorating. Ugh!

Buying lots of gifts and wrapping them exquisitely? I’m really bad at wrapping gifts and making them look all fun and pretty. Really bad.

But picking good recipes and making good food? I can do that.

So yes, I made the cake. It’s one of the things about a birthday party I do best. You wanna eat good food at a birthday party? Come to my house. The rest of the stuff you think of when you think birthday party? Those are the things I skip.

And pictures? I can take pretty good pictures. They’re not technically perfect by any means, but the content is pretty good. You can see all of the birthday cake pictures here.

Actually, those were about the only pictures I took because that was the most exciting part. We only had two guests – Steve’s brother and their dad. There weren’t any gifts – everyone gave him money and we didn’t buy him any new toys because we can’t stand the thought of having any more toys in our house – we have enough toys, thank you.

So call me a bad mother if you wish. I made the cake myself, yes, I did. It was good too. It was The Best Chocolate Cake in the Whole Wide World from this cookbook. Seriously, I’m not making that up.

We had fried chicken (okay, it was frozen from the grocery store), mashed potatoes (which I’m famous for), green bean casserole (you can’t beat that), and baked beans (yeah, straight from the can, but I’m tellin’ you, I know what brand to buy). It was pretty good, y’all. You should have been there. Maybe next time.

And yeah, I’ll be makin’ cake again next time. It’s the part I do best.

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