Halloween is usually one of my favorite holidays but this year I’m not feeling the love. In fact, I’m hating it. My kids have gorged themselves on candy to the point of diarrhea and near vomiting sessions. I have four little candy monsters on my hands and so this day can’t end soon enough! I’m going to be the “mean” mom this year that takes the candy away. For reals.
She loves to hold items we’re buying as we shop. Occasionally she opens them, rips off the wrappers, or throws them. She’s big enough that she can reach most things in the cart so even though I try to keep breakables away from her, she manages to grab stuff. It’s not fun… she even threw and shattered a jar of spaghetti sauce a couple weeks ago. But… this phase will pass.
Super numb face. Ugh. I was trying to smile as big as I could! haha
As hectic and overwhelming as it can be raising kids and NEVER being away from them, I get two hours away (being painfully drilled to death, by the way) and yet I get home and my little kids run up to me for hugs and I realize that I missed them so much!
I look grumpy only because my entire face was super numb!
On drive home from a shopping trip at WalMart (heaven help me, I hate the place):
Payson: “Mom, what’s the other boy’s name on Spongebob?”
Me: “The other boy on Spongebob? Patrick?”
Payson: ” No, the other one.”
Me: “Mr. Crabs?”
Payson: “Yeah, Mr. Crabs!”
Me: “What were you thinking about Mr. Crabs?”
Payson: “He likes money!”
Me, laughing: “Yes, he sure does! What does he do with his money?”
Payson: “He makes towers out of it!”
Me, laughing more: “Yes he does! What would you do with all that money?”
Payson: “I would spend it all in quarter machines. I’d get aliens and giant eyes, I’d get ninjas and big monsters, and candy!”
Me: “That’s a really good idea, I love quarter machines. What would you do with all those toys?”
Payson, with the biggest grin ever: “PLAY with them!!!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The other day driving home from McDonald’s: Payson: “Mom, you got cheese? There’s cheese in McDonald’s?”
Payson: “Where does cheese come from?”
Me: “Cheese comes from cows! A farmer milks the cow and then they stir and stir and stir the milk and it turns into cheese!” Payson thinks for a while and then says, “There’s a cow in McDonald’s?!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today: Payson: “Are there bad guys in our house?”
Me: “No. There aren’t any bad guys in our house!”
Payson: “There’s no bad guys in our house? Where do bad guys live?”
Me: “Um, bad guys live… umm, they live in their own houses just like we do. Not in our house, though!”
Payson: “Then we shouldn’t go to a bad guys house and ding dong because they’ll open the door and gobble us up!”