the Lorax & the firefighter

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Halloween and the toddler death trap

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Things have been a little chaotic over here, what with birthdays, Miles starting preschool, and Halloween approaching. We're also tackling some long overdue home maintenance/updates. (Don't worry...I've been watching episodes of Flipping Out and taking notes.)

You see, our house has a pool (yay!) and a really unusual feature next to this pool:

 
We think it was supposed to be a swim-up bar (there are seats on the other side in the pool), but really, it's just a giant five-feet-deep pit that collects dirt, rainwater and small children. 

Obvious safety issue, no? Thankfully, it's being corrected as I write. We're filling it in and building a patio. Here's how it looks now, in progress. Eventually, this will be covered with stone tiles.


For those who might wonder: We usually have a safety net on our pool. :)

So that's going on, and we're also prepping for Halloween. B has decided she wants to be the Lorax, and I'm attempting to sew her costume. Here's what I have... an orange fleece bubble dress.


I need to figure out what to do for the mustache and eyes. Any ideas? 

...We also carved pumpkins:

 B took this photo with my iPhone. I'm proud of her composition. 

 This one, we did not carve. It was on display at the kids' school. Look closely. See what they used to decorate it?


And these are our pumpkins all lit up.

Happy Halloween!!

bubbles

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3

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Today he is three. Tomorrow he starts preschool.
Sigh.

taming the locks

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I took Miles in for a "trim," which is, of course, never really just a trim. I don't think the stylist believed me when I told her I liked it wild. Now I wonder if it's a little too tame?

But there were lollipops involved, so he's totally happy.

birthday weekend

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I love that my kids love joint birthday parties. Their birthdays are 8 days apart (well, 2 years and 8 days). I know someday they're going to want their own separate celebrations, but for now, they are best buddies and they relish doing everything together.

Last year, we went all out with a county fair party theme. This year, we wanted to scale it down. B and I browsed several blogs and Pinterest for ideas, and she decided she'd love a milk and cookies party. Miles is all about cookies, so it was agreed. A few different kinds of cookies. A few different kinds of milk. A cookie decorating table. Done.



I already had mason jars and lids on hand, so we just drilled holes in the lids to make spill proof cups for the kids. (You can also do this with metal lids.)

 The hubs thought it would be nice to offer the adults some milk stout.



You may remember these little people from a few weeks ago. 

This, to me is what it's all about. The looks on their faces as everyone sang Happy Birthday. So precious.

We did a little mini celebration on Saturday too (B's actual birthday). My baby is five. FIVE!! She amazes me every day.

 Holding ducklings at a farm this weekend.


Next weekend we'll do a little mini celebration for Miles turning three...

moody photos on a gorgeous day

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The day couldn't have been more perfect on paper. Our first "fall"ish weather this year. A field that approximates a pumpkin patch. An invitation to play there with friends. Bronwynn's last day being four.

I expected unbridled joy. Poignancy. Natural beauty that would bring tears to my eyes. I packed my camera, ready to capture moments I'd treasure for a lifetime.

What I got was a lot of whining, scraped knees, complaining, and moody kids who couldn't stop hitting one another.

I photographed that instead.









looks like autumn is happening on a Friday this year...

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this time 5 years ago...

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I was a week overdue with this hula-hooper. It'd be another few days before she made her appearance.

This week, we're savoring the last few days of being four, the most magical age yet.

I'm not yet ready to think about Miles turning three in two weeks...

a few things I don't want to forget

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The way B says, "when I'm a grow-m up..."

Except lately, she's been talking about her self, grown up, in present tense. As in, "Where I live, in Colorado, I work as a nurse to hurt sea animals. My kids help me and we have ponies on our farm. You can come visit me on my farm."

She discusses having three daughters and a son. She has horses and cats. She doesn't work on Saturday.

When she's living in this future world, she calls me "grandmother." It's something I'm really, really nowhere near ready for.


The way a mess is actually not a mess at all. It's a giant tea party.

The way Miles holds up this two index fingers, close to his mouth and says so earnestly, "just one mo mo, Mama, one mo mo" whenever he wants one more.

Little gifts, carefully curated by Miles.


The way they sit and watch for Daddy to come home every evening.



Family hikes in our backyard. As much as I complain about the heat, I don't ever want to take for granted the expanse of desert so close to our doorstep.

The savage beauty of being four (almost five), when you know that you know things and crave more and more and more information about the world. And yet, your mama knows you are still so new, so young, so innocent, so unknowing. And still she is blown away by your wisdom.

a catalog of items found in my bed this morning

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clockwise from top:

1. Mr. Bunny
2. Along a Long Road book
3. Mixed media artwork by B
4. Dr. Seuss book
5. Calico pets car
6. Boo's little monster
7. empty Altoids tin
8. baby doll in too-tight pants
9. My Little Pony
10. rubber airplane
11. toy leopard
12. letter from B's preschool friend
13. two very tiny sea horses
14. shark tooth necklace
15. piece of string

one of those days

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Mommy's on deadline.

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