The Halloween that Daddy Saved

You can imagine the chaos that is my house, given that I have three children.  That said, when we were ready to put on Halloween costumes, which had been worn a couple of weeks ago for a cousin's party, we discovered that Collin's Peter Pan hat had gone missing.  I initially blamed Cameron, because her room is the most disastrous in the house, and she had taken the bag of costumes into her room and dumped them on the floor.  At any rate, we searched the house, and it is nowhere to be found.  So, in a moment of chivalry and fatherly love, G went to the fabric store to purchase felt, and we made Collin a new hat.  After all, he'd have just been a boy in a green and brown outfit, without that hat. 



The kids had fun trick-or-treating, of course.  Booah was the most entertaining...he frequently shouted, in his two-year-old accent, "OPEN THE DOOR!  I GET CANDY!"  Or, when he was done talking to one sweet elderly neighbor, he promptly (and loudly) told her to shut the door.  Ang and I could hardly stand it.  Pictures will be posted soon.  Mind you, they couldn't wait to go out, so I only got, like, one picture each.

So, I had my root canal re-done yesterday.  Initially, they told me I would need new impressions done for my crown, as the lab didn't like what they got.  When I got in the chair (without valium, mind you), they proceeded to open the tooth back up and clean out the canals some more.  Mercy.  He then told me, more than once, that he was very concerned I would lose the tooth entirely, as it is badly cracked.  My feeling (and I think my dentist's, too) is that the dentist who did my filling a couple of months ago, cracked the tooth when she drilled it.  Why, oh why, did I go to see another dentist?!  Now, it may or may not be her "fault".  It could just be something that happened because the cavity was so deep.  It could have been her inexperience...fresh out of dental school.  I could have been just one of those things.  At any rate, I'm too damn young to have this happen, and I'm praying the reconstruction he did yesterday will be sufficient and sturdy enough to perform well.

One more thing I forgot to mention...my middle boy Collin was just in a taping for some kids' songs!  Yep, he's gonna be a local star (ok, not really, but he will be on On-Demand kids' programming, which is pretty cool).  He was shy, but not his usual head-in-the-sand self.  He actually did rather well, considering how standoffish he usually is.  He is absolutely in love with Christine, the musician he was "working" for.  She's his new girlfriend, and he gets a funny look on his face when he talks about her.  Unfortunately, he didn't show them his breakdance skills, which we were really hoping for.  I hope he gets the chance to do another video in the future, and he'll get to do it then...but then he'll be older and it won't be quite as cute.  Oh well, it was something fun to do, and he enjoyed it...that's all that matters. 

Hope you all had a great Halloween!

Happy Halloween

I know I'll be too busy tomorrow to say it, so Happy Halloween.  I have costumes to wash, school to get to, kids to wrestle into costumes, makeup to apply, treats to pass out, kids to cart around, and candy to haul.  But it will be fun. 

We carved pumpkins last night, and fought.  The usual...who does more, who is inconsiderate, who doesn't understand.  It was loads of fun.  G actually carved his pumpkin with a jig saw. 

 

I guess it made quick and fairly precise work of it, but I wouldn't say it's for everyone.  In the end, he got a nice, mean-looking pumpkin, which is what he wanted.  I won't comment any further. 

 

 

 

So anyway, tonight is his volleyball night.  Last night, he complained that he was missing the game...I guess because he was carving his pumpking.  As though that was an obligation.  Nevermind the fact that I carved three kids' pumpkins, in addition to my own.  Back to volleyball.  Tonight was an extra-long night, because he had to "call lines".  That means I did dinner and herded the bunch to gymnastics myself, as usual.  I had to wrangle the two boys while we watched Cam's last "showcase" class (and I did two other showcase classes today, as well).  That was a little less than fun, although she did a great job.  She seems to be really built for gymnastics, and has always enjoyed it.  I put up a couple of new pictures, if you're interested.  Then, after VB, he's going to call and ask if I mind if he goes to this cool little tequila bar they've been going to.  He doesn't even like tequila, and suffice it to say that I'm pretty jealous, and pretty peeved.  I'm home with the kids, drinking wine by myself again.  Speaking of kids, they've been running amok since we got home.  I tried to coerce them into eating the dinner they balked at earlier...potstickers, garlic lo mein, and fresh squash sauteed in garlic & olive oil.  What's wrong with them?  Anyway, I guess I should go bathe them now, and put them to bed.  A good mom would do that.  I'm so going to Mexico again next year.

Nothing New

I went to the gym again today...it's only my second time ever. We got kicked out (you know, because they were closing). It's kind of a good feeling to get kicked out of a gym. On the other hand, they were closing because they close early on Saturdays. You know, because most people have a life, unlike me.

G and the rest of the fam are in West Virginia, at Ralph's house, so it's strangely quiet here. I'm sipping my last glass of sangria, debating about going to get some more. Why can't they have delivery liquors? I guess that would be a bad idea.

So, my baby girl is about to turn eight. I know it sounds cliche, but I swear to you that I don't know where the time has gone. I cannot get my brain around the fact that she has been here for eight years...and that I'm eight years older than I was when I had her. When I consider how much I have changed since then, how my life has changed...it's just astounding. We are having a party for her next weekend, so I will be busy, busy this week. I remember being her age-birthday parties were so important. She really wants a hamster, but her father has forbid it (since, well, her room looks like a place that the county would likely condemn). Her frog recently died, too, so that makes me really want to get her the hamster...but you know, that would just be one more thing for me to take care of. Not to mention that it would cause strife between me and G. And can you imagine the two boys letting it out, giving it a haircut, or feeding it M&Ms? Yeah...

Oh yeah, and they're cutting our peaktime hours at work. I'll lose 4 hours per pay period. You know, that doesn't really hurt my feelings, because I'm pretty tired of working there. It used to be a great place to work, but my branch is subject to ridiculous politics these days. On the other hand, I guess I will miss the money. Especially since Comcast is not going to take over Millennium, and therefore I will get no free cable. SIGH. The price of everything is going up, but my salary is going down. I know, I know...I sound really old. It's because I am.

Happy fall...who's in on a Halloween fire?