So....

I have tried very hard not to complain too much about my pregnancy on my blog. I hope you have all appreciated that! Because every day I want to post about how miserable I am, how uncomfortable I am, how much I dislike being in this state. Now the end is coming near. I am really sick of all this. Here is a little tip about how I am doing, how I am feeling..

I want to wear this every day... everywhere... as clothing... maybe with some nice boots.

Santa, what are you doing here?

On Saturday we decided to take one of our family mall trips. These trips have really have nothing to do with shopping. We make plans to hit all of the kids favorite stores and let them browse to their heart's content. First we hit the bookstore. This works well for everybody, and is probably the highlight. We all grab books and sit and read and read and read. Eventually we drag them all away and say we need to go and try something else. Jeremy throws a tantrum, and then we leave. Pretty much our family could hang out there all afternoon. Next we hit the video game store. Then on to the Disney Store. And then it is time for the pet store. And, that is our mall circuit.

This time as we were heading to the Disney store, we saw the Santa station was already set up and running. We all stood in shock for a few minutes. Really? Santa the second week in November? Hmmm. After getting over how weird it was I realized there was basically no line to see Santa and maybe this would be a good opportunity to get this done. Now keep in mind my kids have been writing their letters to Santa since at least July. They scour the toy ads and keep me updated on what they are adding to their lists. So, I figured they would be ready to talk to Santa. No way. They were outwardly upset by seeing Santa in November, even angry. They just could not figure out what he was doing here in the Mall. Why is here Mom? What is Santa doing? No, I don't want to talk to him. I will talk to him in December. I will talk to him when it is Christmas time.

It's Just a Cold

No. No it isn't. This is the cold of death. In fact, it is not a cold. It can't be. There must be some other name for what Jeremy and I have. And by the way we have both been to the doctor, and apparently they think we are big babies and it is just a cold. Whatever!

Halloween

We had such a fun Halloween this year! I was actually nervous having it on Saturday because I was afraid the kids would be going crazy waiting until dark to head out. We had a really lovely day with the boys. I'm glad we saved the pumpkin carving until Saturday. It was a great activity, and I didn't have to worry about cleaning them out that well so the pumpkins would last. Here is Jeremy's pumpkin, he wanted the brains to be spilling out... Sam really did not want to get his hands messy.

We had such a successful carving year. We decided that they each had to make their own faces, no fancy designs from books. They had to be able to draw and carve it themselves. Each of the boys drew their faces, and then did most of the carving themselves. Sam really wanted his pumpkin to have teeth.

Spencer did ALL of the carving himself. He was so proud of himself, and we were too!

Matthew had to add a tooth to his after he saw Sam's pumpkin.

We finally had something besides a superhero this year! Sam planned this costume for months!

Spencer and Matthew wore several different costumes throughout the week. These were the only ones I got pictures of, and they are the same as last year!!

Stress Time

Does anybody else get stressed about attending parent teacher conferences? I really can't stand this week. I pretty much start dreading this week from the day that school starts. And for some reason I feel alone in this. Jeremy told me last night that every parent feels like I do. Nice try, I know that is not true. Most of my friends look at me like I am crazy when I tell them that I don't like parent teacher conferences. They seem to enjoy it, even look forward to going. This completely baffles me. I guess it would be fun to go and hear that your kid is the shining star of the class. But, most kids cannot fit this mold. Most kids are just average, and I just think it is not that fun to be told twice a year, your child is average. He is really good at this, and needs to work on this. Ok, I'll get right on that. See you in the Spring!