Kicked out...

Out, booted, so-long, expelled, banished, shunned, disfellowshipped, suspended, or terminated. Any way you say it that's what Noah got from his nursery class. I guess that is what you get for "getting a baby with with my claws". The good news is that he can return to class when he is ready to obey the rules. Ah, so never? Only one more month until Sunbeams. How long do you think he will last?

Yum Yum!

Five months old and ready for rice cereal, what a big boy. Just like most things in life, I approached this milestone with excitement and a little sadness. I love how big and full of personality Elijah is becoming with each passing day; but slowly he is leaving his baby days behind and becoming a little boy. I see friends who's children are all in school and they finally have some time to themselves and I think "Oh, I can't wait!" Then there are the days I can't even count the number of kisses I have given my chubby little guy and want those days to last forever. I guess that change is inevitable, so I am truly trying to enjoy each moment as it comes.

Elijah did his best to spit out everything I put in his mouth; but I think I did manage to get at least a spoon full or two to go down. He has gotten better over the course of the week, and I think by Thanksgiving he may be ready for some sweet potatoes. What more could you be thankful for?

Lost and Found

Happy boy bouncing in his exersaucer.

You have to blow this picture up and take a look at what happened when Elijah sneezed.
(This abundance of snot has been part of his grumpiness.)

Yeah, Elijah is back! What a lucky, lucky mom I am. He's happy, he's smiley, he's content, he's a good sleeper, he's my little sweetheart! Today in church he had everyone behind him smiling and talking to him. Oh, I love this boy! Now has anyone seen my wonderful 6-year old? He has been replaced with a bad attitude sassy pants.

Mummy's boys

How is it that we can turn every holiday into a week long event? FHE crafts and treats, story time costume party, class parties, pumpkin carving, and of course trick-or-treating. I really don't mind because it is fun to see kids get so excited, but boy it can be exhausting to have so much fun! The boys decided they would go along with my request and be mummies this year, although it took some explaining to Noah that he was going to be a scary mummy not a grown-up (I think he got it confused with mommy and mummy). I thought it would be such a simple costume, but just try finding white sweat pants anywhere! I ended up sewing pajama pants out of white flannel (which is a post in and of it self) and buying a white sheet to rip into strips. They boys enjoyed the face paint the most, and I think they turned out so dang cute...I mean scary.

Two frighteningly cute boys.

"I want my mummy!"

Too cute to be scary.

Noah's cat, Luke's "scary jack", my ghost, and Rick's Frank.
Not too bad for regular old kitchen knives!

Luke hard at work.

Noah was VERY anxious to help with the knife!