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So, I had this big elaborate idea for Halloween this year, complete with all things breakfast. Bucky - Bacon, Anna-Fried Egg, Ev-Carton of milk, and Ethan- Toast. I was excited and prepared. But then word came back from a certain young man that he would rather be a football player.

Dang. I really love Halloween and love to do my ideas. Most of the time I center the ideas around something that the kids want to be. But not this year, it was all me. So, I sat the kids down and had a heart to heart with them about what THEY wanted to be. Evie decided she wanted to be a mouse and Ethan wanted to borrow a costume from one of his cousins (Storm Trooper). OK. So Evie and I worked on her costume today. I love the glittery foam sheets, they make the ears look cool.

Ammendment to What The Freak?!

I have to express the fact that I am not mad about people asking me that question! I found it funny that I could go 4 years without people asking me about having more kids and then in the last month it seemed like a flood of interest! That's all. I love ya'll and appreciate the interest, but it's apparently a touchy subject. It just happens to coincide with my PMS this month too. Not a good combination!

What the Freak?!

I realize that I've used this title already on a previous post, but I'll use it again in subsequent entries when I feel the need. OK here's my, "WHAT THE FREAK!" of the week.

Four times in the last month random friends of mine have asked me if I'm going to have any more kids.

I don't know why this bothers me, only that WHAT BUSINESS IS MY RE PRODUCTIVITY OF YOURS? (Said in an exasperated almost whiny voice, not a pissed way) That's all. Truth is I may or may not at times think I would like to have more kids. But when I have to go into a lengthy discussion about health insurance or my miscarriage then by the end of it I'm annoyed. Why do I feel like that single question pushes me into thinking that if I don't have 3 or more children I'm not fulfilling my role of motherhood. It's like we aren't a real family until then! I swear. C'mon people.

So, please if you're going to ask someone that question STOP and think about the reason why you're asking that question. Does it matter? Do you like to see miserable pregnant women? There really are better questions to ask, don't you think? Can I get an amen?

Hitting the Beaten Path

This weekend we decided to get out and find a trail in Ogden that we could do with the kids. It was fun, we hiked Indian trail. It runs along the Ogden River and was used when the river was high. The kids did great and there's not going to be too many days left of them!


Is it just me or does this look like a fake backdrop? Green screen anyone?

He's Made for the Stage

As many of you know Ethan started at a new school last week. It has been a great experience for him. The kids are a little better behaved and the school actually encourages the parents to log at least 30 hours of volunteer work in or out of the classroom. His teacher is a super cute and nice lady who I believe is younger than me. And I'm only 28!

The first day of school E's teacher sent home a note saying that this Friday they would be performing a poem that they had made up in front of the class and parents. I had to laugh because in her note she implied that this might be hard for Ethan to do, to memorize a short poem and read in front of an audience. For all of you who know Ethan, you know that he is quite fearless when it comes to an audience, frighteningly so, for me anyway. :) Here's the video and he decided to add little something to the end.

The Boy's Getting Bigger

Careful What You Wish For...

Ever since we moved up to Ogden the thought of Ethan going to that space portal of a school really didn't sit well with me. So we looked and looked and applied and applied for 2 months straight before school started. We did not get in to any of these schools. Buck and I decided to throw ourselves into helping in any way we could at Dee. Two weeks ago we had a meeting to try and get a PTA started there.

Which brings me to this Monday. My sister-in-law Molly told me about a charter school that had openings. The school is about a 20 minute drive and requires uniforms. Sounds good right, but on my drive there I got lost. Not terribly lost, but pretty lost. I thought, is this a sign? Was Ethan not supposed to go to this school? And then I remembered that I get HORRIBLY lost no matter where I go. Really. Always lost. I finally made it and it seemed as great as I always thought it would be. I met Ethan's teacher and her name is Mrs. Furse. So Ethan will be starting first grade with Mrs. Furse. How funny. She already solicited me to do an art project with the class next Thursday. Anyone have ideas? It needs to be able to hang on the bulletin board and be for Halloween. HELP! I'll post pics on Monday of him in his school uniform because I can't wait. So cute.

The Orton's

Back before we had kids (a million years ago) we lived in a little trailer in Moscow. This is where we met the Orton's. They also lived in a trailer just across the way. I think Buck and I could safely say it was one of our favorite times of our marriage. There's something about having small babies and sharing those experiences with another family at that same stage in your life.

Brent and Tanya are such loving, GOOFY, run with the punches kind of people. We were sad to see them go after Brent graduated from the University of Idaho. They moved to Caldwell Idaho and it's been hard to see them since. We love getting together with them whenever we can. So last night when Tanya called to see if they could stay the night at our house we were stoked. They got over here kind of late, 11pm. But not too late for us or them. We used to stay up with them until 1 or 2 in the morning because we were watching Blackbeard's Ghost or fixing a roof that Bucky had fallen through the night before. That really happened. And this night was no different. We stayed up until 2 talking and laughing and then a little bit after that because their little guy Paul woke up.

Needless to say we were REALLY tired in the morning, so the pictures are a little scary...