Happy Birthday to You and You and You and You and Me

There now we are caught up through November 24th.  Well sort of, I may re-hash Halloween and Thanksgiving, but that's another post.

So since I last posted a lot has been going on or at least it seems like a lot, or I could just be making excuses for ignoring this blog and the pleas for another post.  I don't know why you people stick around.

Anyway . . . way back in September we celebrated my sisters birthday and it was a big one, not that I'm telling or anything but there was a 5 and a 0 involved.  Not that she looks a day over 39 again.

Then in October we celebrated EM's third birthday and HT's sixth birthday.  We had one big party for the both of them and invited both friends and family.

We also celebrated my boy's Grandpas seventieth birthday, but looking back through the pictures I failed to get a single one.  We had the lovely privilege of having he and Grandma here for the occasion.

And my birthday . .  well my birthday was spent very nicely.  Hubs took me out for a romantic dinner and the best part is that Amex picked up the tab in a round about way, you see it was their "Shop Local" saturday campaign so we ate at a local restaurant, spent at least $25 and will get a $25 credit on our next bill.  Fabulous!

Color Run

Long about mid September in celebration of someones 50th *cough* (Auntie's) *cough* birthday we had a houseful of people, the most wonderful people in the world and they decided that the monumental thing to do besides the party we had planned for the actual birthday day was to join in the fun of the 5K Color Run.

Team Faberlicious!

Now lest you should start congratulating me on getting off my arse and exercising, I did not go but sent my dear sweet eldest boy instead.  I have issues with my feet and working in retail isn't helping, but that's another story for another day perhaps.  Besides someone needed to take pictures.

Anyway . . . the point of a color run, besides the obvious, there are no winners or losers, is to have fun, that is if you call getting pelted with multi colored chalk along the way fun.  Oh, and they recommend that you wear all white. T-shirts were ordered for the occasion, even though the event provided one as part of the entry fee.

...and they're off!

The aftermath!

Lest you think I walked away unscathed, someone thought it would be funny to place a chalked hand on my backside!

He said he was just adjusting the sticker . . . riiight. . .

I was very proud of my little racer, he ran/walked the whole way.

Go ask your mom...

Yesterday one of my co-workers & his wife had their first child, a girl.  I took HT and EM with me to pick up a baby gift from the group and as we were heading home HT & I had the following conversation.

HT:  "How do they put her bottom back on?"

Me:  "Whose bottom?"

HT:  "The mom's."

Me:  "The mom's?"

HT:  "Yeah, after they get the baby out, how do they put her bottom back on?"

Me: "Go ask your mom."

It's on days like this I'm happy to be just the Auntie.  

A Mother's Day Text

Rather than going home after church on Sunday my boys took me out to lunch for Mother's Day to their favorite restaurant so while they played I texted my sister to let her know where we had gone.  I'm considerate like that.

Well . . . sometimes I am.

:

Me:  We're at McDonald's getting a headache.

Her:  I didn't know they sold headaches at McDonald's.

Me:  They don't.  They're the free prize that comes with each happy meal for the moms.

Her:  Aren't you the lucky one!

Me:  And you're the jealous one!

Her:  Yes, jealously sitting here enjoying the quiet reading my book.

:

I hope you all had a wonderful day regardless of your circumstances, enjoying, remembering and celebrating.

Engaged

My biggest problem with blogging to remember is remembering to blog.  So if my stated position for blogging is remembering I'm not doing such a good job.

Anyhoo . . .

HT has often told me and/or asked me if he and I could get married when he grows up and I have sadly had to tell him no, because I'm already married to his papa, so he has settled for the next best thing, his Aunt Susan.

That is until the other day when I picked him up from pre-school, he came bounding out of the class room very excited.

"Mom, Mom, guess what!?"

"What?"

"My girlfriend and I have decided."

"Your girlfriend?  Who's your girlfriend?  Averi?"

"No, its . . . (Pause with me a moment, while he runs back into the classroom to check.) . . its Abby."


"Oh, and what have you all decided."

"Mom, my girlfriend and I have decided that when we grow up we're going to get married!"

"Hmm, I thought you were going to marry Aunt Susan.  Won't she be disappointed?"

"Well, I guess that would be okay."


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I didn't ask him if he meant it would be okay to marry Aunt Susan or if it would be okay that she would be disappointed.  I'm pretty sure though that she will understand.

I had a dream ...

that Charming's Mama posted a new blog. Then I woke up to see HT staring at me willing me awake. It was a chilly morning and he wanted 2 things. To be under the covers where it was warm and my nook so he could play Angry Birds Space.

Since the dream was so vivid I decided I'd post again. I'll apologize in advance that I'm not as eloquent as she is.

HT and I had gone to run a couple of errands and on our way home I guess I was a little bit vocal about someone who was on their phone and not paying attention to their driving. As we passed them HT shook his fist at their car and yelled ARGH!

EM came up to me with tears streaming down his face saying that "Mama said no again". When I asked what it was he wanted he just repeated that Mama said no. Given the evidence on his face I suspect it was no to another cookie but I could be mistaken.

I tried a new recipe over the weekend, a variation of Mongolian Beef made in the crock pot, and HT told me that his taste buds were telling him that it was a little salty. He ate it all, but he was right slow cooking the soy makes it a bit salty, I'll have to tweak the recipe a bit.

I had some friends over for a poker night and EM melted hearts when he shyly asked one of the ladies to pick him up and he cuddled right in.

~Aunt Susan

The picture really has nothing to do with the post, it's just one of my very favorite images of the boys. It is so much what love is.

Kids Say the Darnedest Things!

At Cornbelly's with Auntie waiting for the pig races to start.

My sister knows her words.  She knows lots of words and she knows how to use them.  I liken her language skills to that of Robin Williams playing Peter Pan in Hook, when he throws insults at the Lost Boys using big words that they obviously don't understand and they look at him bewildered, she's that good.  She also knows four letter words, the kind I would rather not have my 4 year old son repeating and she will pepper her speech with them when she deems it a good choice or to make a point.  She also believes in calling a spade a spade.

Yeah.

So the other day Auntie decided to come with me to run a few errands with the kids.

As we are walking out the door she says to HT, "Yipee, wahoo, let's go to Target!  Wah to the Hoo!"

To which HT replied as he skipped merrily out to the garage, "Hell to the Yeah!"

"Did he just say 'hell to the yeah'?",  I inquired.

"Yes" she said, "and I'm ignoring it."

I wonder just where he learned that (cough), Auntie.

Spiderman!

My Best Friend

This is a picture of me (I'm the one with pigtails) and my best friend, my sister (aka Charming's Auntie).  She has been with me through thick and thin . . .  and thick again, buts lets leave my hips out of this okay.  We were the only two girls in a sea of boys (six brothers, four older, two younger) so we had to stick close.  It also helped that we are only 14 months apart and I liked everything she liked, if she got a new pair of shoes, I had to have the same ones.  I know it drove her nuts that I always picked the same thing she did, but if I didn't I was always wanting to borrow hers.  People often thought we were twins and it didn't help that sometimes our mother dressed us alike.

See matching outfits.

Even our eye glasses were the same style (cat eye), mine were pink, hers were blue.

We don't dress alike anymore, but I will still sometimes borrow her stuff.  I love you sis!

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Charming's Favorite.

Who said I wasn't Charming's favorite? Sure, he loves Mama & Papa and baby brother, but who else would be crazy enough to brave the hoards of people and take him to see TRAINS!