I am thankful for

him and her and him!

And so much more.

Happy Thanksgiving!

a couple wild things, some harajuku love, and the rock of the love

H-to-the-Ween 2009

My camera was not happy the night of the first ever almost cancelled put back together last minute Hunter Halloween party so I'll post a few pictures from that radical get together later.

I was such a boo-humbug for halloween this year.  I didn't even get around to putting any of my spooky decor up.  I resolve to put on the full armor of all hallows eve in two-thousand-ten. After all, it is the one time of the year that it is socially acceptable to dress crazy, and even act a little crazy. 

fallskie

If fall was a person we would be bff's.  Here are some great fall happenings...

{Thanksgiving Point Dino Museum.  Ummmm, not so much.  She was a little scared and not very interested.}

{Annual Halloween cupcake decorating results}

{Hee Haws Farm.  Clint on the tractor pulled animal train.}

{We went back to Hee Haws the next day to pick out pumpkins.}

seven, thirty-five, sixteen, thirteen, twenty-two, nineteen

No. These numbers are not the cursed equation determining the probability of the world ending as seen in Lost. They are, more importantly, the ages of some of my loved ones who turned a year

(or a month) older recently.

In no particular order...

My chocolaty brown eyed little Mr. Curtis. He has one of the most angelic, tender little faces and his ever present grin melts my heart. He is fun and funny, loves his solid foods, especially mushed up bananas, and has a fervor for bouncing on his chubby baby legs. I heart him.

Zac. My youngest brother. One of the best and sweetest kids I know. Up for almost anything. My kids think he is the greatest thing since flavored milk.

Suz. What would I ever do without her? I think a lot of people ask themselves the same question. She is always putting others before herself. She is one of my best friends. She is the jelly to my peanut butter. I consider myself one of the luckiest people in the world to be blessed with a second mom, and she is her.

Mrs. VanBuren. Sister-in-law. Mother-to-be. Cute little chicken farmer from Pasco, Washington. She makes our family so much more fun. And she changes her hair color just as often as the rest of us.

Clark and Ashley. Clint's youngest brother and sister. We, especially Bella the dog, love visits from them. Ash is an amazing artist. I'm always looking her up and down because she is adorned in the cutest fashions. Clark has the most charming smile and is a lego maniac, constructing incredible things.

Happy birthday y'all!

neat. o.

I've been watching this and it is SUPER!

Mad Men yourself here.

here comes the sun

I am a morning person. As long as I get close to eight hours of sleep, I am good to go. I like my blinds open as soon as I wake up (except the ones in the front room, which if opened would suggest idiocy as they face east and have no awning or trees blocking the morning sun). I like my bed made the moment we are out of it. None of this means that I am in here accomplishing endless tasks. Nor does it mean that I enjoy morning jogs while my children slumber. I am not a hero. I wish. I just like it. It gives me a sense of taking charge of the day.

Up until recently, I have equated my being a morning person and not caring who knows it with getting myself and two chickletts ready and out the door first thing to do great and wonderful things. Yes, a trip to target in quest of Market Pantry string cheese is a glorious errand, it's the only kind I'll eat now having discovered it.

I have actually only accomplished this a handful of times leaving me discouraged and frustrated in my failure.

As my routine with a now almost seven month old (eeeeeek!) is solidified, I am discovering that the hours between five and seven o'clock in the eve are no fun. I abhore them. It is too late for naps and too early for bed, plus there are hungry mouths to feed. Generally they are synchronized in their restlessness qualifying my hatred for this time of night. It goes without saying that I have given up all obligations to cook dinner for Clint and myself.

Alas, there is resolve. The bells just rang in the eleven a.m. hour. My blinds are open. My bed is made. Sadi is bathed yet only half dressed. Colin is waking from his first nap. And I, I sit with the computer in my lap, still in my pj's, blogging. And it's o.k. I am happily enjoying it. Perhaps today, like yesterday, we'll jaunt across the street to the park and have a picnic before afternoon nap time. But come five p.m. I will load the kids in the car and drive down the street to get my string cheese. Those two little hours will then escape me and all will be well.

could I possibly love them any more?

No.

My heart swelleth.

It runneth over.

They do delighteth.