Costume Chaos
Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Saturday night we went to a Halloween party.

Thirty minutes before the festivities commenced, everything was running quite smoothly. The car was packed with everything we needed for the party. Toys? Check. My costume? Check. Chips and dip? Check. Camera? Check. Wyatt adorned head-to-toe in Batman gear? Check.

We were ready to go, and on time at that. Except for one...uh...minor thing.

Avery was still inside the house dressed in only a diaper. For the past week, we'd been trying to convince her to at least try on her adorable, black pleather Batgirl costume and were given a big fat thumbs down each and every time. I knew I had my work cut out for me if I planned on bringing her to the party in costume. Oh, if only I could wiggle my nose like Samantha in Bewitched and be done with it. If only.

Two minutes and one Batgirl transformation later...absolute mayhem. But every party must have a couple of poopers, right? Yeah...that's us.

Sure. Some of you are thinking, Man! What a witch. Well, okay. I'll give you that.

But the experience wasn't nearly as traumatic as it appeared. Besides, sometimes kids just need a little push in the right direction. Sure enough, both kids were joyfully lapping up their lollipops all the way to the party, and Avery went on and on (between sniffles) about how much she loved (sniff) her (sniff) Batgirl (sniff) costume (sniff, sniff).

The dynamic bat duo...

on their way to save the city...

...from purple balloon grenades launched by The Joker.

Nothing like curling up in Daddy's arms after a hard day's work.

Wyatt Who?
Monday, October 26, 2009

Apparently, my It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... post struck a sympathy chord among the grandparents, aunts, and uncles because it was only a matter of days before the outpouring of superhero paraphernalia made its way to our doorstep.

Batman, Superman, Spiderman, OH MY!

(Superman not pictured)

Thanks everyone, for making Wyatt the happiest kid--ahem! superhero--on earth. I preferred the hooded puppy dog, bat towel look myself, but I suppose if he's really serious about saving the city, he should look the part.

T minus 16 days and counting...
Thursday, October 15, 2009

Halloween is without a doubt Wyatt's favorite holiday. He has been obsessing about it since March, spending countless hours browsing costumes online, and performing intense physical drills with the hope that they will enable him to trick or treat every single house within a 5-mile radius on Halloween night.

He's shaken hands with all of the neighborhood scarecrows, admired pumpkins on beds of straw, and wondered aloud if they would bear faces silly or mean, or simply remain without flaw.

It's a time of year when the light of the moon gives way to bats with blood-drenched fangs, ghosts dancing in the whistling winds, and eerie encounters with black cats or other ghoulish gangs.

Halloween embodies both playfulness and frightfulness, and for our little man of extremes, it is indeed a match made in heaven.

Wyatt's jack-o-lantern debut

Finally finished what I started.
Sunday, October 11, 2009

Avery is nearly two and a half, and I have finally finished her baby book. I do believe this counts as a miracle.

Cue the big sigh of relief.

Relief in knowing I can finally free up all of the space in my brain that has been reserved for worrisome thoughts pertaining not only to an unfinished project, but the unlikely event that if something awful happened to me, only one of my two children would have a baby book. Yes. Mothers think about these sorts of things.

I created it using Blurb, and if you're not familiar with it, you should check it out. You can create and customize your very own book, whether it be about family, travel, or other topics you find interesting.

Click on the link below for a preview of Avery's baby book. It shows only the first 15 pages, but at least you have an idea of what I've been up to the past...oh...year and a half.

Avery's baby book

Girls Rule and Boys Drool
Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Since Wyatt is now in preschool two mornings per week, Avery and I have been soaking up every bit of free girl time we have together. She loves the undivided attention she receives, and I love being able to give it. On our "dates" we usually run errands, meet up with some friends, or go to the gym. But today we went a little off the deep end and ventured to the mall. We indulged in one of the guiltiest pleasures a woman can have...shoe shopping. Oh yes. The girl is hooked.

Looks like Daddy's pockets need to
start getting a little bit deeper.

"I'll take a Size 7, please!"

After working up quite a sweat at the shoe shop, Mommy knew just where to go for a little pick-me-up. After all, no trip to the mall would be complete without a tasty beverage from Orange Julius, another first for Miss Avery.

Yeah, I think it's safe to say she could
get used to this whole shopping business.

Next week... manicures and pedicures.

If only.

Labels for Education: HELP!
Friday, October 2, 2009

Wyatt's first year of preschool is now in full swing. We've trudged through the first few weeks of jitters and meltdowns, and are now fully entrenched in hardcore learning. Learning to share, learning to follow instructions, learning to draw straight lines. You know, all the things that Wyatt has absolutely no interest in doing.

With preschool comes parent participation. I'm usually quite adept at filling my plate, so it didn't take me long to find yet another project to fit into my schedule. Ladies and gentlemen, I am now the proud owner of the very prestigious title of Label Coordinator. And yes, it's as fancy as it sounds.

We participate in Campbell's Labels for Education program. The way it works is we submit labels (barcodes) from eligible products and redeem them for free supplies to use in the classroom. It's such a great program and it's easy to coordinate. Well, that is unless you're like me and create the added pressure of setting a goal to achieve for the school year. This is where you, my lovely and faithful readers, come in.

If you are not already saving labels for another school, you are hereby required--I repeat, REQUIRED--to save any and all labels marked with the Labels for Education logo and send them to me. I'm not begging. That will come later. Let's face it, I want to acheive our 12,000 point goal not just so we can get some free materials for Wyatt's school, but really, I just don't want a bunch of 3 and 4-year-olds to think Wyatt's mom is a big fat loser if we don't reach our goal. What can I say, kids are cruel.

Eligible Products
(click to enlarge)

So please help if you can. My reputation (and Wyatt's by default) is at stake. If you don't have our address, shoot me an email and I'll get it to you.

To quote Dora the Explorer, "Thanks for helping!"

For the record, Wyatt didn't actually eat the soup.
It was apprarently just a prop for the blog photo.
After a few bites he was begging for PB&J.



My Wine Personality:
For the most part I’m a chardonnay, as I consider myself to exhibit a somewhat sunny and mellow disposition (most of the time), but because I find a tremendous amount of joy out of showering my two kids with hugs and kisses, I also possess the subtle sweetness often found in a riesling. But don’t be fooled. I love a great outdoor adventure and am willing to try anything once. This occasional display of boldness is thought to match that of a cabernet, whereas my appreciation for nature suggests that I have an earthy component to my personality—very characteristic of a merlot. (more)


“Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1771