We're Off to See the Wizard

Do you remember the ruby slippers in this post? Well, those shoes were the inspiration for our Halloween costumes. Bryan's mom kindly agreed to make them. We agreed to let her.

And then the Post Office agreed to lose them.

Bummer, eh?

Luckily, Shari had found a Tin Man costume online at a major discount and had decided to order it instead of make it. Peter's costume is the only one that has arrived at our house so far. I have a picture on my cell phone of Cooper's very cute Cowardly Lion costume, but not one of Phoebe's very small Dorothy dress.

Hmm... this picture doesn't really look like Peter. Maybe silver makes his hair look yellow? He looked cute in real life, don't worry. And he had a heart to wear, it just got left off for the picture.

We were sad, but we found things that worked instead.

On Thursday Bryan mentioned to his coworker that the costumes were lost in the void and she mentioned that she had a size 3 lion costume and asked if he wanted to borrow it. Yes please.


I went to Phoebe's closet (or rather, the bar in my closet where her clothes are hanging) and brainstormed about what I could use for a Dorothy dress. The same sister-in-law that sent us the ruby slippers had sent Phoebe a darling blue and white dress. Hmmm... It wasn't gingham, but it was awfully cute, and I figured with the shoes and her Tin Man buddy and Lion pal, it should be clear who she was. So thank you Amanda, you furnished Phoebe's Halloween costume.

The shoes are still way too big, but we used them anyway.

You will have to just believe me that I was the Wicked Witch. We failed to get my picture. I was so busy figuring out the costumes for the small people that I decided not to paint my face green, I just wore all black. I did have a witch's hat on, and old-fashioned lace-up black boots, so that added to the disguise. Bryan suggested that I sing songs from Wicked as we Trick-or-Treated at his work, but I opted not to.

Bryan was going to be the Scarecrow, but we didn't pull it together in time. Instead he wore a Star Trek shirt I had gotten him for his birthday this year and pulled up the tricorder app on his phone. It was swell.

Our costumes didn't go quite the way we had planned, but we looked awesome anyway.

A Letter to the Inspector General

Dear United States Postal Service:

Where are our Halloween costumes? Do you know? Someone in one of your Texas offices told us they would be here on Wednesday. Today is Friday. They are not here.

Can this situation please be remedied?

Sincerely,

Kind of Sad That Our Awesome Costumes Got Lost in Transit

Putting First Things First

Today was a really good day.

I've been thinking about cuddling lately. Specifically, cuddling my children. We're a pretty snuggly bunch. I'm not often concerned about making sure the small people have enough affection, because it feels like I'm always kissing the tops of their heads and telling them I love them. But a few days ago I was watching the boys play and I had the thought pop into my head, "I wonder how much longer Peter will let me hold his hand while we walk? Or give him hugs in public? Or ask me to come play trains with him? Or spend time with him at all?" He's only four and still loves these things, but the fleeting nature of time suddenly seemed very real.

Phoebe gets lots of snuggling time since it's integral to her feeding process. And she's a baby, so I can't help wanting to hold her as much as physically possible. I cuddle with Cooper while I read and sing to him before nap time everyday, not to mention that he will often come and give me a hug and a kiss without any prompting. Peter though, he's been left out lately.

That same day that I saw a mental picture of Peter as a teenager who refuses to hug his mother, I prayed that I would be able to make time to spend with each child, time to hold them and listen to them and just be close.

Today I was able to have time like that with each one of them, one-on-one. Phoebe had amazingly long naps (I'm not sure why, but I'm oh-so thankful for it). This meant that I spent a little longer with Cooper during our pre-nap routine. And then I sat with Peter while the other two were sleeping. I also made a conscious effort to go and play with them or see what they were building or drawing or doing whenever they asked. I have a bad case of the just-a-minutes. "I'll be there in just a minute, Peter." "Yes Cooper, just let me finish this first." Today, I paused sweeping the breakfast crumbs, loading the dishwasher, gathering trash. I went in and spent time with the boys as they played.

I need to figure out a way to store these moments, like money in a bank, putting them away now so that later, when they won't sit next to me with their head on my shoulder, I can withdraw my deposits. Something like saving for a rainy day I suppose.

Mutant Carrots

This is what happens when you don't thin your carrots.



The whole carrot crop, waiting to be peeled and sliced.

The Stash

Back in May our Bishop challenged our whole ward to gather a three-month supply by the end of November. I thought it was a great thing and was totally on board. Then we got a little bit sidetracked:

• We spent the month of July looking for a place to live
• We used up most of August unpacking and dipped heavily into the food storage we already had
• We had a baby in September and thought little about, well, much of anything not related to the baby

Guess what? We're now a month away from the deadline. I've spent most of October making lists of meals we eat, reading recipes, recording how much of each ingredient we need for all the food items we would eat during a three-month span.

In truth, I've gone a little food storage batty.

This site has been particularly helpful, especially the Excel worksheet for tracking ingredients.

One of the biggest impediments to our gathering has been our lack of freezer space. We have what might possibly be the smallest freezer ever. It is attached to a full-size fridge (or so it appears, although the fridge is freakishly small as well), but it holds very little. Bryan and I have gone back and forth on the whole should-we-buy-a-bigger-freezer-to-stick-in-the-garage debate. For the moment I'm trying to figure out how to replace all the freezer items on our list with canned goods. It works alright for tortillas (once I finally buckle-down and learn how to make my own), but not so well for cheese. Or fish sticks. Or french fries. Or zucchini or broccoli. Any ideas?

I guess I have a few weeks to figure that out.

Teaching Moment

We had a full Saturday. We turned our house into a sauna by making and canning more applesauce, cleaned various rooms, and put up curtain rods and curtains. (That last one was mostly Bryan.) During a break in the domesticity I went into the boys' room to play with Peter. While there, a lesson in prayer was taught.

Peter: Mommy, I want to find the black train.

Me: (turning toward the box of train paraphernalia) Well let's see if we can find it.

Peter: Mommy, do you want to know one thing you can do when you're trying to find something? You can say a prayer.

And he did. He stopped his playing and folded his arms where he was and offered a prayer asking for help in finding his train. I turned back toward the box, moved a few train tracks aside, and spotted the black train. I pointed it out to Peter. He smiled and pulled it out.

It's wonderful for me to see Peter learning and putting to use the things that we've been teaching. I think this is what the scriptures mean when they talk about having child-like faith. He had faith in the power of that prayer to help him find his train. He had faith that Heavenly Father was listening.

I'm glad that I was there for him to teach me that lesson.

For the Grandmas, Part 4

Peter told me he wanted to read to Phoebe, so I grabbed the camera.

Cooper To The Rescue

Cooper: Mom, Peter's my friend.

Me: He is, huh? That's good.

Cooper: (matter-of-factly) I'm going to save him.

Me: (slightly surprised) You are? From what?

Peter: From harm.

Cooper: From nap time.

A Word Problem

One sick baby girl

+

One mom who has sat up at night holding said baby girl for almost a week so she can breathe

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Two big brothers that don't slow down, ever

=

One very tired mom

Time to Stop Believin'

Oh Glee, what are you doing to me? I love your fabulous musical numbers and think that many of your characters are compelling. But recently, well, you've been making some poor choices. Your inappropriate moments have started turning into inappropriate scenes. The bad is outweighing the good.

I'm so conflicted over this. I love show choir, I love Broadway, I love it when people break out into song. I do not love immorality or the celebration thereof.

And so, Glee, I'm afraid we need to take a break. Maybe I'll still check out your musical numbers on YouTube, but I don't think I can devote my time or brain space to you anymore. And that makes me kind of sad.