On the ninth day of Halloween, the Great Pumpkin gave to me:
One differently decorated Halloween mantel. Usually I would put our vampire painting up there, but because I have relocated other things this year I had no room for my big cat in his usual place, so up here he went.
Along with some of the labware (plus food coloring).
This one feels just marginal to me and probably won't be repeated next year.
Oh well, win some, lose some!
One week to go and I still only have one costume for the children. Time to really get crackin'!
On the eleventh day of Halloween, the Great Pumpkin gave to me:
One sleepy little girl who slept on the couch for hours yesterday after our insane 5 am wake up.
One finally finished little kid Halloween project. I made this one with Jack when he was small and ever since Sammi spotted it hanging up she has been dying to make one of her own. Yesterday we sat down and did just that.
Sammi's version. (I should've made more foot prints to fill out the wreaths better like I did with Jack!) (Sam must have a very high instep?)
And Grant's version.
When I made Jack's he could obviously write and these two cannot yet, so I used a marker instead of paint and helped them write boo.
Also, because I could NOT remember how we made the pumpkins so many years ago - I used their palm prints. Paint only on the palm, not the fingers. I tried making it with their fists first and that was obviously not how I did it the first time.
On the twelfth day of Halloween, the Great Pumpkin gave to me:
(A 5 am wake up with the kids. Yawn. Since I have been up for many hours already I have been working for many hours already. I started sewing at 6 because I am feeling desperately short on time right now and I have so many deadlines LOOMING.
These pictures are crappy because I took them before the sun was up. Heh.)
One new way to display my plastic Halloween masks. My girlfriend hung hers on a clothesline and I stole the idea immediately.
I have always struggled with how to display these (and keep them away from curious fingers!).
Now I still need more costume time Great Pumpkin, okay?
10 years ago today I met you for the first time. This year, for the first time, I feel a little verklempt about that.
A whole decade together already.
You are a double digit dude now!
You are starting to really grow into yourself. Friends, braces, grade skipping, sleep overs, sleep away camp, siblings. Growing up indeed.
The other day your sister wanted to ride a bigger bike. All by yourself you took off the training wheels on the little bike and put them on her bigger bike for her. You found the tools and just figured it out.
Some days there is just so much chaos in our house right now. So much crying and carrying on and attention needed from little people and it's easy for me to think I have just fucked it all up. To think that with all the nonsense there is no way I am doing this right.
And then you go and fix your sister's bike and I think, in that brief moment, that it's actually all going to work out just fine.
You have transitioned seamlessly into things I was not sure you would EVER do, never mind do at 9.
And I KNOW, without a doubt, you are destined for some seriously great thing. And that those things are just around the corner. This is your last elementary school year. After this we can start REALLY accelerating you to where ever you want to go in this life.
I don't really need to tell you are amazing anymore (although I still do) because by now YOU know it. Long gone are the days when I kept it to myself that were exceptional and you didn't know any better. At 10, you wear it with pride. It's hard to do that at your age, and I am proud of that.
I will be there with you always. Your biggest cheerleader, your number one fan, your mama.
I am here you need me and watching (or waiting) when you don't.
Those of you who have been hanging around this old blog for a long time will remember I used to call it "The Misadventures of Mama & Jack". Around the time I was published in a book I started thinking about more kids and it just seemed like a good time to choose a different name. However, we are still completely filled with misadventures over here.
My pumpkin picture quest still goes back to the last trip. Martha very helpfully (and skillfully!) photoshopped that woman's rear end out of the best photo of the kids. For some reason, either in the processing or the emailing, the photo is getting compressed and is too small to print**. I have not had a chance to sort out how this happens yet and since Dave had the day off I thought we would try again.
Sammi REALLY wants to see pumpkins IN THE FIELD, like the Great Pumpkin, you know. Every year we head up north and go to this very small farm in Illinois with my dad. We are free to choose a million pumpkins, from a field, and it's cheap and FUN!
This year some nasty folks stole ALL THE PUMPKINS from those nice people, so we cannot go there. This has left us 1) without pumpkins and 2) without a pumpkin field.
Our local farmer stopped doing pumpkins as he felt he was getting too old to handle the craziness anymore. The patch we went to last weekend is not really a farm.
This morning we went out in the country to a "farm", only to discover that they only allow you in the pumpkin field on Saturdays!
I know right? Oy.
So we tried to get a few decent photos before heading off to the one place I KNOW has pumpkins in a field.
Not great photos, but workable I suppose.
My kids are just not really cooperative right now.
Not even Jack.
So we get to the third farm and there are GREAT PUMPKINS! Okay, one problem solved.
Not a single photo of all three kids was managed at this place.
But worse! We were out in the damn field and Grant, who is sometimes just totally oblivious, steps RIGHT in the middle of a HUGE 100 lb, totally rotten, stinking of death, pumpkin. And then slips in the mess and falls right in. This smeared stinking ROTTEN pumpkin guts ALL over both him and I. Let me tell you - I was laughing, because it was funny, but also? Trying not to throw up. Because no joke people, this STUNK to high heaven.
I am completely over this pumpkin patch crap.
Done diddee, done, done, done. Frankly I think we should move right on to Christmas or something. At least that smells like nice pine, right? LOLOL
P.S. I haven't even STARTED making the cotton picking costumes yet.
** If anyone knows why the picture is getting compressed, that would be most helpful!