Jack-o-lanterns

Here's the tradition started by my sweet husband 11 years ago when we were newlyweds. He comes home with the pumpkins and the carving contest is on! The tradition has moved to our children. Emma has been so stoked about Halloween this year that she can't even pass a pumpkin without squealing. FINALLY, Daddy brought home the much anticipated pumpkins. Unfortunately, due to the very talented competition, I cannot pick just one winner. Oh, by the way, that IS a dremmel in Tennison's hand and he's not afraid to use it

seven down...

...3 more to go. The Eagles win tonight 31-24 against Round Rock Westwood, but we still have 3 more tough opponents ahead of us. I am so proud of my coach. Here's a little football lingo that I picked up on tonight...we had 9 holding penalties against us which means that we lost 90 yards on offense and STILL won the game. Jason says he has coached whole seasons and not gotten that many holding penalties called. That ref has been scratched off the list of options. Go Eagles!

The Biscuit Brothers

We all ventured out to the library where the Biscuit Brothers were performing this afternoon. I love it when grown men act so silly. The kids seemed to enjoy it, but I could tell that missing a nap for the show was probably going to be a bad idea. Then we stopped by Sonic for a slush (it was hot out today) on our way to Target to buy a gift for the b-day party we were late to. Busy, Busy. Tonight, while Jason was reading stories, Emma fell asleep listening. That has never happened! She was exhausted! It was a full day and we are all ready for a good night's rest.

More casualties

The destroyer strikes again with yet another casualty left in the wake of his destruction. He managed to pull over this antique mail chute onto Tate's shin. Tate has refused to walk on this leg and asks to be carried everywhere. His ankle is now so swollen and hard that he can't even bend his foot. He went to bed with an icepack on his foot and Jason says it will be worse tomorrow. Tennison is cute but it sure is hard not to be so frustrated with him sometimes.

Glasses be gone

After failing a vision screening at school we made an appointment to get Tatum's eyes checked. Classic Tatum, he was vague and elusive during the eye exam and scored himself a new set of glasses. After the newness of the spectacles wore off, he stopped wearing them on his face and would simply use them as a prop, pensively chewing on them while making a snooty "hrumph!". If you've seen the new Horton Hears a Who, he does a great Carol Burnett, mother kangaroo. Well, the saga of the glasses has ended, Tatum 1-Glasses 0. After a trip to a pediatric opthamologist, who was great at tricking, er, coaxing little ones into declaring what they REALLY saw or didn't see (as the case was with Tatum) on the letter chart, he has 20/25 vision at worst according to Dr. Tredici. Thankyou sir, I just wish we had seen you BEFORE Mom bailed off with the $300 worth of anti-glare, anti-scratch, Transitions lenses. Hey! I've never had glasses, but if I did, I would want THOSE glasses.

A job for GG

Tonight, Tatum, Emma, and I are all laying in bed reading stories. Each gets to pick a book and then we end with a few stories from their children's bible. Tonight we were reading the one about Naomi and Ruth. The picture shows Ruth working in the fields, while Boaz looks on. Emma asks, where is Naomi? I say "Naomi is too old to work so Ruth is picking wheat for both of them." She says "Why is she too old". Trying to think of the oldest person she would know, I say, "Well, Naomi is like GG and Ruth is like Mommy. GG is too old to work in the fields all day in the hot sun picking wheat so Mommy would do the work for both of them"(yeah, like I would last one day in the hot sun picking wheat! Can I get a WHitness!!). Uh-hum, back to the story. It takes Emma a millisecond to come back with "but GG could work in the icecream store, she makes good icecream!" Ooh, she's good.

Eagle Homecoming

One of the perks (and there are oh-so many) of being a coach's kid is that while everyone else is crammed in the stands during the homecoming show, you get to be on the field, running around with all your friends. How cool is that?