Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Tinky Winky

Cara has been so funny. She has turned into the bossiest of 2 year olds and talks non-stop. She repeats everything we say and is "reading" her books aloud. She has one that she loves that has a line "no more monkeys jumping on the bed" and when we read it to her we say that line while shaking our finger at the book. The other day I saw her sitting on the floor and shaking her finger, saying "No more bed" very emphatically.

Lately, she has taken to putting her nose about 2 inches from mine and saying "mommy, mommy, mommy" each time with increasing urgency, the final one coming out in a near growl and all the while she is patting each of my cheeks with her tiny hands. Often she just wants my attention but sometimes she wants something else...a pretzel, some Halloween candy or sometimes who knows what. But want it she does, badly.

This morning, she was wondering around in her fleece jammies and a very wet diaper and Jim looked down and her and remarked "she looks like a Teletubby. And she did.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Halloween Weekend

We had a great Halloween and the kids really got into it. Jarrett because I think he kind of understood what to expect for the first time, and Cara because Jarrett was into it. Jarrett dressed up as a dinosaur and Cara was a mouse...sort of. Couldn't get the girl to keep her hood on, so most of the time she just looked like a woolly toddler.

Jarrett and I had been practicing all week so he would be ready for trick or treating, role playing the whole bit.
Me: Okay, we walk up to our neighbor's door and what do we do?
J: We knock knock knock (pantomiming)
Me: Then, they open their door, and what do you say?
J: Tankoo!
Me: No, not yet, what do you say first?
J: Tricky treating!
Me: That's right! Then what does our neighbor do?
J: Dey give me candy!!!
Me: Uh-huh...then what do you say?
J: Tankoo!
Me: That's right, I think you are ready!

Jarrett had school on Friday and they had a costume party and parade. I pretty much think in this photo Miss Janet might be saying "Jarrett, get back over here". I say that a lot myself.





Let me say there is no amount of tuition discount that could make me take a job in a preschool. It is no place for a control freak.







That evening, and by that I mean afternoon, because around here people start trick or treating around 3 pm, we took the kids around the 'hood for some big fun. Jarrett was absolutely cracking us up. He had a ball and so did Cara though she got tired of walking and carrying her candy bucket...but hey, she's 2, that's a lot of work for a wee one. The routine went much like our above role play with only a few hiccups. The most alarming one was that on the first few houses, as soon as people opened their doors, Jarrett would just walk in and start looking around. We had a tough time convincing him that trick or treating took place on the front porch. Finally, when we knocked on a door and he heard a large dog barking, we were able to convince him that if he didn't want to meet a big dog face to face he might want to stay on the front porch...so he did. But that didn't stop him from craning the entirety of his upper half around our neighbors' legs to take a good look around their homes. Jeez..Nosy Norton!



a brief moment in her hood


Our next door neighbor and babysitter, Katherine. The kids LOVE her, and we do too





I think it is fair to say we enjoyed trick or treating as much as the kids did...it ranked right up there with our former Halloween parties, with a lot less clean up. Still had a hangover though. It was a sugar hangover, but a hangover all the same.











On Saturday we took the kids back to Sesame Place. It was a nice warm day and the last weekend it would be open till next spring. Our tickets were still good. And, I think I mentioned before, it is only 40 minutes away.


She thought this ride looked like it would be fun





Then, once she was in the air, she changed her mind







Enjoying the teacups






She had been dipping her cookie in ketchup. That one's for you, Auntie Carol.