Call me Cake DaVinci

I'm going to make Owen THIS CAKE for his birthday on Wednesday.

---->> insert maniacal laughter here <-----------

Just kidding.

i'm going to buy him one at the store.

The Fair

Pictures from the county fair.....

My favorite one first:



Hmmmm....tempting. :)

A random carnie:




Llama. (he didn't spit at me though, although I was expecting him to). He looks a little surly.

RSV

Poor Tyler has RSV, a common respiratory illlness that most children get (in varying degrees) before age 2. Owen also had it as a baby, and needed a breathing treatment, but Tyler one-upped both his brothers and has had to have breathing treatments every 4 hours since Thursday.

Here he is with his nebulizer, AKA The Baby Bong, getting a breathing treatment.

An Owenism for Grandma N

Tonight Steve and I went to the county fair and left the boys with Erica, our awesome babysitter/friend.

When we got home, Owen was the only one awake and he was watching a movie.
I sat beside him on the couch and he was feeling very affectionate and snugly.
He cuddled up beside me and laid his head on my chest.

Then, he sniffs my sweatshirt.

"You went to grandmas house?" He asked.
"No" I said. "We went to the fair"

"Oh" he says.
"You smell like grandma's house"

I sniff my shirt quizzically. But seeing as how I have 2 pounds of cotton stuffed in my skull and nasal passages a cold, I can't smell much of anything.

"What does that smell like?" I asked.
"Like grandma's house"

So there you have it, grandma.

Not sure what scent he picked up off my sweatshirt that reminded him of grandma, but something sure did.

Probably sugar particles, since it's a rite of passage for grandma's to sugar up their grandkids.
Sweet treats=grandma's house! yessss!!

Any By the Way....

I still haven't found that lizard.....

Would you Rather....

Be completely alone, no contact of any kind with another human being, for one year

OR

NEVER be alone, not even for one second, for an entire year??

3 Things

ONE:
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a general disdain for boys aged 9 to approximately 13. You heard me. They're annoying. I'm *dreading* the days when my boys get to be that age and it's like, hello! I'm the most annoying thing on the planet right now. Girls are too...but boys are worse. And that's all i have to say about that.
ANYWAY....last night when we're taking the boys trick or treating, we're walking down the street and there they are.
Boys.
2 of them.
About 11 years old. They're not dressed like anything. They're wearing jeans and tshirts. But they're carrying PILLOWCASES full of candy. And to make it worse, I hear them talking about how they made out like bandits, not having to wear costumes but getting a ton of candy. Grrrr. Parents of the world listen up: Do NOT allow your pre-adolescent boys to go trick or treating if they don't have a costume! And DO NOT hand out candy to people who do not dress up! We must stop this Halloween monstrosity!

TWO:
This was weird. Also...trick or treating last night....Steve walks the boys up to this one house, they do their thing and get their candy, say thank you...walking away, and there's this woman walking up to the house behind them. She's carrying a little boy...maybe 2 years old at the most. It's hard to tell if he has a costume on or not, but she carries him up to the door and they get some candy and leave. I'm watching MY boys walk back with steve-o, and listening to the woman with the baby loudly demanding that he child say thank you. SAY THANK YOU!! He must've said it, because the woman at the door almost apologetically says, "you're welcome sweetie" but by her tone you can tell she's really saying, "sorry you have a psychotic demanding mother". Steve and the boys get back and he tells me this: That the woman who took her little boy and his little pumpkin bucket up to the door also had a pillowcase of candy.
For herself.

Does anyone else find that weird??
We've laughed about it for the next 3 houses.

THREE:
Tyler has a cough.
AJ has a cough. And a gross nose. But the cough is out of the ordinary.
Owen has an oncoming cough.
I'm sneezing a lot. Which is my personal precursor for get-ready-you're-about-to-catch-a-cold.

Happy Thursday!