Last Minute

The past 48 hours I have been eating, drinking, and sleeping Halloween.  Costumes, candy, parties, parades... costumes, candy, parties, parades.... 

On his way to work this morning, my darling hubby says to me, "Hey, do you think we should get some candy for trick or treaters tonight?"  

Yes, my love, that is a great idea!

A moment of contentment

It is a damp, dreary day but the rain has stopped momentarily.  Each of my boys has a friend over.  That makes 6 boys playing in our tiny front yard.  Four are playing two hand touch football.  Two are riding in circles on their trikes.  There is laughter, the calling of plays, high fives.  

Lately I've been feeling like I'm at a crossroads in my life.  Instead of feeling excited about the opportunity for a new beginning, I feel sad and unsure.  So sitting on our doorstep watching a gaggle of happy boys is a welcome relief from my own swirling thoughts.  

No on 8: Stolen

Our family's church had a beautiful banner made which said " Our Faith Community Says No on 8."  It was hung proudly on the street by the entrance to the church.  It was up for 48 hours before it was stolen.  We have had many banners before, but none have ever been stolen other than this one that promotes monogamy, commitment and equality for everyone.  

I have so many thoughts on this, but very little time right now.  Mostly I am just sad.

OMFG!

Does McCain seriously not know that there is a difference between autism and Down's Syndrome????  What the heck does Sarah Palin know about autism??  I am so irritated my head could explode.

The Spread Begins

Today is a perfect fall day in the Bay Area.  Crisp, sunny, high 50s, breezy.

The kids and Aaron feel it, too.  Sam asked me to make a lasagna for dinner. Aaron asked me to make an apple pie.

In the summer, Aaron asks for tomato mozzarella salads and the boys ask for grapes.  

Can you see my hips spreading as the temperature drops?

  

Man, am I F-U-C-K-E-D

When will I learn that quiet in my home is not a good thing?

I was taking a shower this morning and everything was seemingly going so well that I decided to go hog wild and shave my legs.  

Next thing I know, Sam (home from school for teacher inservice days) comes running in.  "Mom, come quick!  Ben is cutting up Jack's pokemon cards with the craft scissors!"

I fly out of the shower, run, dripping with shaving cream and conditioner, into the dining room to find that Sam is not playing a cruel joke on me.  Ben is, in fact, cutting up Jack's pokemon cards.  And, as fates would have it, he isn't cutting up the useless, filler cards.  He is cutting up Jack's favorites, the high scoring, hard to get cards.  

I called Aaron, who quickly understood my level of panic.  "Tell me which ones he cut up.  I'll go on ebay right now.  You run to Target and see what you can get."

Thank the Pokemon Gods, Jack is going home with a friend after school which gives us extra time to try to mitigate this disaster, Sam is home to help me make sense of the cards, which ones Jack is going to freak about and which ones need to be replaced pronto.  

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Happy Birthday Ben

Three years ago today.

And our lives have never been the same.

Rut roh

Jack loves to tell knock knock jokes.  He especially loves to make up nonsense knock knocks.

Here is this morning's, told to four 4/5 year old boys on the way to Lemo's Farm:

Knock Knock.

Who's there?

Truck.

Truck who?

Truck you.

Ahem.