I ♥ Scotch Tape

Chase is super excited about Halloween this year-- which is pretty cool because in the past he hasn't really been too thrilled with the idea of dressing up.  He and Kai are both going as clone troopers.  NOT storm troopers, CLONE troopers.  They have made this distinction very clear . . . several times.  I think they are worried about my lack of Star Wars knowledge.  Seriously though, last year I made the boy a ghost of Obi Wan Kenobi costume so I think they should cut me some slack.

Chase comes home from school every day and says, "Mom.  Its almost Halloween."  He is a little frustrated that I haven't started to decorate yet.  In fact yesterday he took matters into his own hands.  A little imagination and a roll of Scotch tape later he presented me with "Mummy Windows."

 

He also discovered he could use same technique all over his face, hands, and feet to turn himself into a mummy.  But he wouldn't stick around long enough to let me take his picture.

Guests

Yesterday one of Kai's best friends, Noah, came to visit.  They managed to get the hospital's toy robot to close the privacy curtain, they watched a little TV, and even broke out the laptop for some serious computer game time.

In fact it was right after I took this picture that his mother and I noticed something on Noah's shirt.  A large six legged something. 

Noah's mom:  "NOAH!  Why do you have a praying mantis on your shirt?!"
Noah (not at all suprised):  "Well, I  did put him in my pocket before we came in."

Its Like a Mini Vacation

The boy hasn't made a lot of progess in terms of weight and height gain so as a last ditch resort before starting growth hormones they have decided to do a super major strict (yes I'm pretty sure that's the medical term) calorie count.  The only way to do that is to check him into the hospital, serve him food all day, and write down what he eats.  Not just any food either-- we're talking bacon, eggs, ice cream, butter, chocolate, you get the idea.  As the boy pointed out yesterday, its like a mini vacation with servants but of course there's no pool.  Though he did ask if they have a track he could run on.  FYI, they don't.

Hard Work Pays Off

After a frustrating track season all of Madison's hard work is finally paying off.  She has placed in the top three in all but one (where she placed fourth) of her cross country races.  

Way to go Madison, you're amazing.

Soccer Star

This year Chase decided to try his hand at soccer.  At first he was upset that Levis and cowboy boots weren't part of the uniform, but ten minutes on the field and he forgot all about it.

After a few short weeks he changed from a little boy who stood on the side lines to a little boy who charges onto the field with a battle cry.

It doesn't hurt that he's met a cute girl or two.

Why Didn't I Think of That?

Davis:  "Mom.  What should I name my bear?"
I offer several names I think are suitable for a stuffed bear.
Davis:  "No.  I want something like Mouse-Mouse or Duck-Duck, but he isn't a mouse or a duck."
Me:  "So . . . Bear-Bear?"
Davis:  "Yeah, thats it! Thanks!"

More Firsts

Twice a week for two hours a day I have no children. Davis and Chase have both started school.

Davis started his first year of preschool and though he seems to really like his teacher, Mrs. Brown, he said next time he'd like to try Mrs. Yellow.

However, I think he might just be a little upset because he was asked to stop bringing his imaginary friend Dee Dee #2 to school with him.  Dee Dee #1, 3,4,5, and 6 are all still welcome but Dee Dee #2 likes to pretend she's a dog and has a tendency to lick.  Apparently that is frowned upon in preschool.  Go figure.

On Chase's first day we decided to walk to school.  We live less than a mile from the school and we had a good 30 minutes to get there.  I was hoping to arrive early so I could talk to his teacher.  Unfortunately, Chase doesn't actually like walking.  Less than a block from the school Chase sprawled out on the grass in protest.  "I. Can't. Take it.  Any . . . (sigh) mooooore!"  Even with a good 30 minutes in our favor we arrived a few minutes late.

After Chase got home we decided to celebrate his first day of school by going to lunch with Mike.  Mike asked him what he wanted for lunch and he said, "Pizza.  But from a restaurant.  Not Costco."  One day of kindergarten and he's already becoming refined.