Never Leave a Three Year Old for Long...

Or you may just find him here...



...standing in front of an overflowing sink...


...happily floating sponge boats.

Still here

We're still here just plugging along with two adorable children.

Somedays are a little more like this:




But over all, life is good just a lot less blogged about.

The impossible can become possible...

...if you're awesome." -Rhino the hamster

Speaking of impossible or rather nigh unto...here is the much anticipated Halloween post. Blogging has been at the bottom of my list and the back of my mind for a while now. Laundry, however, has been up to my ears and in front of my eyes...both clean and dirty. Liam is convinced that clean laundry on the couch makes a great hideout to tunnel into. Says something about how often it's there now doesn't it? I'm great at the washing and drying part thanks to good ol' Maytag but the folding and putting away need improvement. I am happy to report that tonight the laundry is all folded and ready to be put away in the morning. That is if it escapes further tunneling by my little three-year-old mole.

Laundry, hmm? I felt so focused when I started this post.

Let's move on to the pictures, shall we?

This year's theme: Disney's Bolt. Liam is, of course, the titular character, Mommy the female supporting role, Penny, Teagie the adorable one, a cat named Mittens, and Daddy, the villain known as the "Green-eyed Man."

Trick-or-treating started at our house, of course, with one last practice round before hittin' the neighbors up for treats. Can't let all the other kids get all our candy right?

Obviously it was quite the exciting experience for Teagie who spent most of the night like this:

But she looked fabulous anyway. (Name that Pixar movie reference. It becomes easier when you have a three year old. Trust me.)

...and the resemblance was uncanny.

Mommy and Liam weren't half bad either.

Great weather, great friends, great treats. What more could we ask for? A bigger Halloween sack perhaps?

Pure awesome-ness. Be-awesome-ness.

She's Here!

Teagan Rose
9.9.09 at 9:39 P.M.
6 pounds 8 ounces
19.5 inches

Goodbye Green Goblin :(

Last night after a surprise knock at the door and an offer to buy it, we bid farewell to the "Green Goblin that said 'AHE'" (a.k.a.the '92 Blazer).

It was our first car, and it was hard to see it go. It was the car Will and I read scriptures in every night during the year we were engaged, the car we drove away from La Grande in after our wedding reception, the car we brought Liam home from the hospital in.

Sigh.

I know it's just a car..."it has no feelings, and the new one is much bettah."

Still...

At least I know that the Green Goblin lives on through cameos in almost every home movie we've ever made.

Out of the Mouths of Babes #4

Liam (with exposed belly) uttered the following in serious super-hero tones:

Super, SUPER, belly button blaster!

Out of the Mouths of Babes #3

As I finished replacing a sprinkler the other day, Liam, somehow managed to open our sticky front door whereupon he discovered a baby bottle filled with what he believed was water. He promptly took a gulp from the oh-so-tempting container discarding the paper funnel stuck in the nipple-less bottle top. I looked up to see him at the front window with tongue hanging and drool crippling down his little chin. I quickly came to his aid, assessed the situation, and discovered the demise of my VINEGAR filled fruit fly trap and the subsequent surprise of my three-year-old! Poor kid!

FYI Apple cider vinegar, a little dish soap, and water in a small dish attracts and kills fruit flies like no other. Regular "water-look-alike" vinegar...not so much.

This was my first and most likely last attempt with the funnel method. Apple cider vinegar might work better I'm sure, but that could easily be mistaken as apple juice!

Out of the Mouths of Babes #2

Liam: Momma, when the baby cracks (like an egg, most likely of the dinosaur variety), we could play wiffit.

Momma: Well, (laughing) babies don't really crack. They kind of...uh...slide out.

Liam: The baby'll swide out, go "WHEEEE," and THEN we could play wiffit.

Guess Who's Three!

It's a...

GIRL!

Yippee! I'm not boy trapped anymore! (For those of you unfamiliar with this phrase because you have not spoken to an elementary age girl lately, "boy trapped" refers to a girl sandwiched between two boys when sitting at the lunch table or in any other circumstance. Such an occurrence can result in the disastrous transference of cooties and swine flu.)

What's that? "Names?" you ask? Good question. Really good question. I'm having a hard time with that, but enjoying the uncertainty this time. Liam's name was pretty set in stone, so it's nice to have a change, and you know I can't wait for little dresses!