Turkey Day Vacation

It is 9:27AM on a Sunday morning, I'm still in my pajamas and my plans for the day include getting ready for church, going to an open house, Christmas shopping and maybe some Christmas decorating this evening. If you have small children, youre probably already asking yourself- and are the kids going to come along in all of these activities? What about naps and bedtime? Shopping with toddlers? How are you going to do that? Is Eric really going to stay home with them all day while you skip aroun Lexington?
It is the wierdest feeling in the world for me, but Eric and the kids have gone to Greenfield to stay with his Mom and Dad for Thanksgiving and I'll join them on Tuesday night because I have school Monday and Tuesday. Eric has to come back early- Friday night- for school and I'll stay up there until Sunday afternoon. I can't express how strange the last 12 hours have been, being in my house with no family. I cleaned things up yesterday afternoon and they're still clean. I went out with friends last night, stayed out late and slept in this morning. There is this strange emptiness in the house. Is this what it would be like with no kids? It's kind of refreshing for a day or two, but I think it's going to get old really fast. I'll be glad to see all of them Tuesday night.

Brotherly Love

Last night I was giving the boys baths, rotating them in and out of the tub. Isaiah first, then add Micah in with Isaiah, then take Isaiah out and put Elijah in with Micah. Then take Micah out, then Elijah out. Poor middle child Micah never get the tub to himself. Anyway, I was drying Isaiah off on our bed and Elijah was in our room getting undressed, and Isaiah was fussing, just cold and tired and ready to be in bed. I had towels wrapped around his head and body and Elijah came over next to him and said, "It's OK Isaiah." Then he said, Mommy, can I sing Isaiah a song to make him feel better. I said, "sure" expecting to hear the theme song to Cyber chase or something about Spiderman, but instead Elijah started making up a song.
"I---zay----ah----
Don't be afraid of the towels
They won't hurt you or eat you
Don't be afraid of the towels
You don't have to be scared
I---- zay--- ah----"
Apparently, in his assessment, Isaiah must surely be fussing because of a fear of the towels he was wrapped in. Why didn't I think of that?

I couldn't get to the camera to take a picture while Isaiah was wrapped up, but this is the after effect of the song. :)

Play Doh Boys

Ahh the simple pleasures. How many of us get to put aside all of the stresses of life and dig our fingernails into some fresh Play Doh on a regular basis. Just one of the many privileges of parenting- the chance to relive those simple pleasures....for about 30 seconds.
Isaiah decided to eat part of his piece then throw the rest on the floor. Then I noticed the mountain of dishes in the sink, which conveniently enough cleans that pesky Play Doh right out from under your fingernails.

Halloween!

Halloween has got to seem like the best day in the world to a little kid. First of all you get to dress up like your favorite superhero or character all day, then you get to go around and knock on people's doors. They greet you warmly and give you candy. Your mom reminds you to say thank you and you mosey on to the next friendly door.

This year we went to Main St. Wilmore for Halloween. They block of both ends of main street with fire trucks, then, as if that weren't enough excitement for any preschool boy, the businesses on both sides of the street have games for kids to play and of course lots of treats. Isaiah was even entertained the whole time, so you know it was a good night if he was happy.