Today, Matthew asked to see pictures of himself when he was a baby. Being the modern mom I am, I couldn't pull out the baby book, I had to open my blog. As we scrolled through the pictures, right down to the picture of me 9 months pregnant with him, we talked about baby stuff. He asked if I decided to call him Matthew. I said yes.
He then asked why we didn't wait for him to grow up so he could tell us his "real" name. I asked him what his real name was.
We are a bit bonkers for a certain Time Lord in our house. Emmett has been enjoying working on his own version of the Doctor's ship, the TARDIS. This is a constant work in progress and I have seen several incarnations (not unlike The Doctor himself!) This is the latest version.
Charlotte, not one to be left out, made a TARDIS too. Her current artistic medium of choice is of course, Rainbow Loom bands.
Not everyone is so Who-crazy in our house. Matthew is obsessed with the LEGO movie and as such his building projects have been centered around that movie.
This is Metal Beard. I can only assume he's a Bad Guy. I am the only one in the family who hasn't seen that movie!
What's better than a fresh hair cut on a dreary March day? A FREE fresh hair cut! I called my salon on a whim this morning, after watching Ramona and Beezus with Charlotte yesterday. I wanted Ginnifer Goodwin's short inverted bob. I got an appointment for just after lunch today. It was obvious I was being fit in between clients, but that was OK by me. You don't expect much from last-minute appointments. I got washed and my stylist got two snips in before she had to rinse a colour. Her colour took longer than expected so I was left sitting in the chair until my hair was just about dry before she made it back to me.
Truth is, I would have gladly paid for the hair cut anyway. I am a Mom. Being forced to sit somewhere and drink coffee and read trashy magazines without the laundry that needs folding staring at you is a treat, not an inconvenience!
So, you know how when you have a blog and you haven't posted in a while you think "Hmmm....I have that blog and I haven't posted in a while, I wonder what I should write about?" and you think about all the stuff that has happened since the last time you posted and you can't narrow down what to write about so you put it off for another week, and then more stuff happens and then you begin to wonder if anyone ever reads blogs anymore anyway and what's the point of writing if no one reads it anyway and then you put off writing for ANOTHER week?
Hallow e'en was a couple of days ago. The kids were really excited about about costumes and Trick-or-Treating, as usual.
Here are their costumes:
Charlotte designed this year's pumpkin. I usually make much more elaborate designs, but I have never received as many compliments on a pumpkin as I have this year. That seals it. Charlotte is now our official Pumpkin Designer.
We took the kids to a Haunted Forest attraction this year and it was fun watching the kids scamper through the decorated woods full of costumed characters during the "No Scare" hour. Matthew attracted the attention of a couple of characters by yelling at the top of his lungs at them how he was not afraid of them. Of course that meant they followed us for a while, teasing Matthew. Poor buddy didn't sleep very well that night.
We don't get very many Trick or Treaters anymore and I have always wondered why. I do know there is a church in town that hosts a "Harvest Party" but didn't think would ever attract enough numbers to cause a neighbourhood decline in Trick or Treating. I think I have the answer now. Our mall lets kids trick or treat on Hallow e'en night. I got a text from my co-worker, who was doing the Thursday evening shift. She had over 300 little ones go through the store to get treat bags. The weather wasn't even bad! It was a lovely night to go for a walk, but people seem to be choosing the mall instead. It makes me a little sad. I love seeing the little ones at my door in their costumes. Heck, even the Teenagers at my door were really nice this year. Are people more afraid of the cold or strangers??
I am old-fashioned (and lazy). I would rather my kids walk outside, in the fresh air and say hi to the neighbours than drive across town to the mall to say hi to strangers in stores. (Also, that is my workplace now....why would I want to go there on my day off??)
I usually work short little weekday afternoon shifts at my job. I try to take the bus as often as possible to reduce wear and tear as well as fuel consumption on my car. It's easy to catch the bus for my afternoon shifts. The stop I need is close to my house, the kids are gone and I can take my time getting ready.
Some days I am asked to open the store. Given our city's bus schedule the stop I need to get to on those mornings is quite a but further from my house (1/2 km away, as opposed to about a block for the later stop). I have yet to successfully catch a bus at the further stop, but today I was determined. I got the kids ready. I got myself ready. We all walked out the door at the same time. I made it to the bus stop and stood there, in the rain, and watched as a City Transit vehicle drove PAST my stop at the time the schedule said it would pick me up. I waited a few more minutes, walked home, got in my car and made it to work in time to open the store.
I got in my car to go home and decided after my busy day with the extra-stressful morning I wanted some wine this evening. I stopped at a nearby store on my way home and made my purchase and got back into my car. My car wouldn't start. I called auto club. I waited. I contemplated opening my wine. I decided that opening the wine should wait until I know if I am a boost or a tow.