Misery Loves Company

These two are buddies.

Amigos, com padres, friends, companions.

One day this week, Drew did something naughty enough (kind of rare for him) to warrant him a time-out. I use the naughty mat (thanks for the idea, Super Nanny!) in the kitchen. I was preparing supper at the time. He was sitting quietly while serving his four minute sentence. I happened to peek over at him, and I found Mallory sitting just as quietly right there next to him. She was not moving, just like him. She normally is saying something and moving every waking minute. It cracked me up!

Open Season

You know it's deer huntin' season when you drive down the highway and see this:

Scott, was this you? ;) We were very near the exit to your little town.

Prizes and Teeth

I got a phone call from our dentist's office this morning telling me Drew's name had been drawn, and he'd won a stuffed animal. Every time we go the dentist's office, Elizabeth stuffs the box with our family's names. I figured we had a pretty good shot at winning a stuffed animal at one time or another. This was his lucky day. I know Elizabeth is going to be very disappointed it wasn't her, but Drew was sweet and said he would share it with all the kids. He had his choice between an elephant and a lion, and he chose this very cute, very soft, very GINORMOUS lion. Drew has named him "Tigey."

Mallory has been trying to carry it around since we brought it home. She's even been trying to make it slide but keeps getting very frustrated at its bulkiness.
This brings me to the fact that, while I'm very excited for Drew, I appreciate the dental office's generosity, and it is awfully cute, I'm wondering where in the world we're going to keep this. I just took three garbage bags full of junky, broken, or unplayed with toys out to the trash to make room for the plethora of Christmas toys that are about to invade our home. This big boy easily replaces the volume I just decreased.

And now on to a funny story about a tooth. Ross told me yesterday while I was making supper that he'd just gotten his tooth really loose. It was one of his back teeth that I had no idea was loose. He worked on it all evening, and by bedtime, one side was completely separated from his gums. I told him I could give it one hard yank, to which he replied, "NO! I can still feel it attached to the vein!" He went into the bathroom where he was looking in the mirror and messing with it more. About that time, I heard a sheepish, "Mom? I think I just swallowed my tooth." Sure enough there was a big space where his tooth had been. He said, "I was moving it around, and I looked down. I felt something in my mouth, and I must have swallowed. When I looked back, I looked at the wrong tooth. I guess I accidentally swallowed it." He seemed a bit worried, and Elizabeth and I began laughing hysterically. Why? It wasn't a tiny front baby tooth he swallowed. He swallowed a big honkin' molar! Funny! I had trouble swallowing a tiny pill the other day without gagging, and he didn't realize he'd swallowed his molar! He hoped the tooth fairy would come anyway, and I assured him that she probably has these things happen from time to time.

After he was put back to bed, Elizabeth said, "I want to lose another tooth!" Oh, that girl is very motivated by money.

Good Times. Good Times.

Want to know what's really fun?! Bra shopping with a toddler.

Want to know what's even more fun?! Watching the previously mentioned toddler crawl under the dressing room door while Mom is completely topless. I caught her by her toe and pulled her giggling, squirming little body through the 6 inch space under the door. I then realized she had taken my purse out with her, and it lay on the other side of the door just beyond my reach.

A fun time was had by all.

For Cryin' Out Loud! Just Smile And Say Cheese!

With the great color on our property, I decided to drag everyone (literally kicking and screaming) outside yesterday for family photos to use as our Christmas cards. For whatever reason, Edward dreads family picture time. I don't know if he doesn't like the fact that I pick coordinating clothes for everyone or the way some of the kids react to the whole process that makes him less than enthused about picture time. He tells me he doesn't know either. He just knows he detests having family portraits taken.

Here is what went down: I had in my mind since Monday that I wanted to take family pictures outside for two reasons. 1.) The beautiful trees in our yard and 2.) my favorite photo website, Winkflash, is having a sale on photo cards for the next few days, so I needed to get moving on torturing the family, er, taking the photos. I waited until Friday to break the news to Edward that we would be trekking outside on Saturday. I sent him an email telling him the great news. It was laced with sarcasm.

On Saturday we kept telling the kids we would be taking pictures after Elizabeth's basketball game. I laid everyone's clothing out for them to change into. Ross is hands down my best kid about clothes. He never, ever complains about what I pick out for him to wear, and I appreciate that SO much about him! When I thank him for his great attitude, he replies, "They're just clothes, Mom." Mallory doesn't have an opinion yet about the clothes she wears, so no worries there.

That leaves the other two (imagine the theme music to Jaws playing in the background). I knew a fierce battle was about to ensue when I picked the clothes out. Elizabeth fights me tooth and nail about her clothing on a very regular basis. I've learned to let a lot of it go. She usually gets to wear what she picks out herself to school, with my approval. She and I both cooperate (kind of) when it comes to her church clothes. But for pictures, I get to pick her outfit. This particular outfit I picked (khaki pants, a plain white t-shirt, and a brown sweater jacket) was WAY out of style and itchy according to her. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth, and she eventually was threatened with many things if she didn't cooperate for a few minutes to take a picture.

The same scenario pretty much unfolded with Drew. He has had some serious clothing/texture issues since he was about one-and-a-half, but it is getting much better now. I won't go into all the specifics, but at one point about six months ago, I was convinced he had some kind of sensory disorder. I even called a friend who is an occupational therapist for our school system. After a long chat with her, she has helped me realize it is more about power, choice, and comfort on his part rather than a medical condition. Sorry, I digress. Anyway, he was crying and throwing a fit about the pants being too big. He was threatened he would not be able to go to a much anticipated birthday party later in the day if he didn't cooperate.

Neither one of the offenders would listen to reason when I told them if they would just cooperate, we would only be wearing these clothes for a few minutes! In the middle of our huge melt downs, I kept saying to Edward, "I'm sure we're going to get some REALLY nice shots!"

To my great surprise, once the tears and snot were dried up, everyone was smiling and participating! We got some decent shots! I was happy with how they turned out. I think the kids enjoyed seeing me run to take my place after I'd set the timer.

Here are a couple of the pictures I liked but ruled out as "THE" Christmas card picture. I'm still deciding between a few:

I love Drew's face in this one!

Thank goodness for Photoscape. LOVE IT!

I like this set up, but Edward's leg is a bit wonky, and Mallory isn't looking at the camera.

P.S. Guess what Elizabeth picked out all by herself tonight that she wants to wear to school tomorrow? The brown jacket from this picture. Good grief!

And sorry! I'm having paragraph spacing problems again!

I Love Fall

It is my favorite season. Here is some of the beautiful scenery that is on our property:

Creative Genius

Drew is my little craft boy. He is always using some kind of materials to create, um, treasures. They usually involve lots and lots of tape, and too often, the tools I use to make my girls' hair bows. Oh, and he always gives them a name, usually ending in 3000. Here are today's creations:

The Leaf 3000

A Badoo Ladoo

Fall back, schmall back

Perhaps I'm the only nutball in the United States that prefers the "spring forward" over the "fall back" when it comes to Daylight Savings Time. Let me explain my totally irrational thinking. Many of you who know me, and frankly who can read the time stamp, know I am a night owl and NOT a morning person. The boys take after me, and the girls take after their "early to bed, early to rise" Dad. In fact, Drew often says to me, "We're the night owlest people in the house, aren't we Mom?" But I digress. Back to my convoluted thinking. My ideal, perfect, nothing-to-do-on-a-lazy-Saturday time of waking is 9:00 a.m. I can handle 8:00, but anything in the 7 o'clock or before range is just ridiculous in my humble opinion. In the spring as we set our clocks forward, it appears that the girls sleep in when in fact I am still on the old time. For instance, when I hear Mallory wake, I roll over to look at the clock: 8:30. Great! The time it should be is just 7:30. See how that mind trick works?! Now, I have the opposite happen in the fall. I hear Mallory wake. I roll over to see the time: 7:30 a.m. Dang it! It's really suppose to be 8:30! Darn Daylight Savings!

And now I'm done making costumes. Whew!

Caveman Edward, or Edtar as Spongebob would call him

My favorite is the unibrow!

Little Bo Peep (and her cute little sheep)
Nightgown & House dress: $.80 at the thrift store.
Staff: Candy cane glued to a dowel rod and spray painted - $1.50
Embarrassing Elizabeth: Priceless

For whatever reason we've hit the stage of Mom's-the-most-embarrassing-thing-to-walk-the-planet stage. Even when I'm not even trying to I usually embarrass her. When she found my completed costume, she ran and hid my hat, telling me that I would NOT be wearing the costume. She wasn't doing this in a cute and playful way. Oh, no. She was mad. Later in the evening as we were driving to the church party, I mentioned that Drew, Mallory,and I would be dressing up to come to the big kids' school parties. I was teasing of course, but Elizabeth literally started crying, begging me not to come at all then. Oh, we're in for some fun times!


Happy Halloween from the Felkers!

Random Thoughts

1. Did you know candy can speak? No matter how hard I try not to hear it when I walk by, I cannot resist it's taunting, "Come on. Just take one." I'm too old to deal with peer pressure. I know I'll soon be finding those three pounds I lost last week due to being a little sick.

2. Mallory can't resist the candy speaking to her either. She's eating some Smartees for breakfast right now.

3. There is a radio station in St. Louis that is already playing Christmas music 24-7. They started at the beginning of October. Forget the 12 days of Christmas. We're talking 12 weeks!

4. I haven't seen my arch enemy, the evil yucca plant, in well over a month! My wonderful husband dug a hole to China in attempt to remove the root system.

5. My friend, Briana, has returned to Malawi to volunteer for a month working with AIDS/HIV babies. She spent two months there last fall. She is an example of service to me.

Halloween Happenings

Our Halloween holiday officially began this weekend. Do you remember when we were kids how much you would look forward to dressing up on Halloween night? Well, our kids still really look forward to it; it's just that they will have already had five other Halloween parties/functions before October 31st. That's right - we have six Halloween parties/activities this year. That's just nuts! The kids score on their very first outing, so who really even needs to go Trick-or-Treating!? Actually, it just makes me feel that much less guilty about raiding their candy bags while they are in bed or at school. Alright, alright - I don't feel one bit guilty!

We started off our busy weekend with our downtown businesses providing Trick-or-Treating, along with crafts and games on Friday night. It was very crowded but fun.

My sweet little Lamb, Mallory

I am a big nerd when it comes to Halloween costumes for my kids. I LOVE to make them! However, I can't take complete credit for Mal's sweet costume. I knew I'd be spending tons of time making the other kids' costumes, and I didn't know if Mal would even wear a costume this year. So, I decided I wouldn't spend the time and effort on hers. I found this cute little number for $6 in our children's resale shop. I cut off the feet because I didn't like them, and created a cute little tail out of the leftover fabric. I also added the pink bow and bell, and I fixed the ears more to my liking (they looked more like bunny ears when I bought them).

When I tried the costume on her in the store, she screamed and kicked, so that made my decision as whether or not to make one or buy this one. All week I've been telling her we'll put the costume on and get candy (pretty much her favorite thing on the planet). It worked because she was SO proud to wear that costume! She loved it! I kept asking her if she was ready to take it off, and she always said no. What was I even worrying about?

Drew/ Danny Phantom

Drew and I found a website one day while searching for ideas, and he found a Danny Phantom costume a mom put together for her son. Easy enough! I just bought a black shirt and a white turtleneck at a thrift store and used black pajama pants we already had. I bought some felt and sewed the boots and made the Danny Phantom symbol out of craft foam. I cut the neck off the turtle neck and cut some of the middle out for a belt and glued them on with fabric glue. A little white hair color and viola! Danny Phantom!

Drew, sweet Drew. I've posted before about what a cautious child he is. He is quite easily spooked, and Friday night was no exception. Edward was still at work when we started our Trick-or-Treating, so it was me and the four kiddos. As we walked along and he started seeing some of the scary costumes, he started to fall apart. He would immediately bury his face in my legs and start panicking. As we walked past the music store, one of the employees was outside playing eerie music on an electric piano, he became a little more frantic. The final straw was a scary Freddy Kruger kid that passed us, and that was it! He couldn't take another minute of it. With Edward still at work (20 minutes away), he couldn't come get him. So dear Grammy came and saved the day. She picked him up and rescued him from that frightful night. Halloween night should be interesting.

Elizabeth the Egyptian/Drama Queen

In all of the pictures I took of her she is striking some sort of pose diva-like. She came up with this idea herself (after changing her mind 87 times), so I was pretty impressed. I knew I could come up with something way better and cheaper than Wal-Mart's $12.88 cheap-o Egyptian costume. I found a silky nightgown for forty cents at the same thrift store as above. I cut off the sleeves and hemmed the bottom. We got the blue and gold metallic fabric to make the belt and collar, and we glued jewels (can't really see them in the picture) on them. The black wig came from ebay. Her costume was less than $10 probably, and won her a first place in the Cutest Costume category for the 6-8 age group. She was very proud.


The piece de resistance - The Mad Scientist
Ross is getting old enough that he doesn't want to be something "cute" for Halloween, but we don't participate in the bloody/gory side of Halloween. He was feeling like his options were pretty limited until we saw this great homemade costume. We loved it but wanted to put our own touch on it. I got a wizard mask on ebay. It had much longer hair and a beard originally, so I gave him a trim and hot glued some of the extra on his head. I also glued spray painted swimming goggles on his face. We used a backpack with a retractable handle, a Tupperware tub lid, foam insulation, an egg shell mattress, a thick winter coat, and LOTS of ductape to build the mad scientist's body. We covered it in my sister's lab coat and pinned Ross in there. The rubber gloves are hot glued and bobby pinned to a toy bucket with the bottom and back cut out.

This bad boy won Ross a first place ribbon for Spookiest Costume in the 9-12 year old group along with the admiration of MANY people. You can't imagine all the comments we got! People were stopping us to take pictures. One lady even said, "Wait! Wait! I have to get a picture! My husband is obsessed with this costume! He's been calling me telling me to look for you and telling me which way to look to find you!" It was very funny. Ross also got on the front page of our county newspaper! You can see it here. We were very excited as his picture and a small write-up are on 1/4 of the front of the paper, as well as he's pictured again on the back page. Elizabeth was also mentioned in the paper for her award.


Happy Halloween!

On Saturday, the town Edward works in was having a similar festival. He (and Drew who was too scared to walk the streets) handed out candy at his office while the rest of us headed out for some more Trick-or-Treating. Once they saw the inflatable play land they begged to forgo the candy for some entertainment. It was a good move because they had a blast. We had to ditch the costumes in order to do so.

A little earlier in the day we went with Elizabeth's gifted program (PAGES - sorry, I don't think I know what that stands for) to St. Louis for a field trip to Laumeier Sculpture Park. It was ...alright. I was glad it was free. Since I knew we'd never make it on time to meet the group to carpool up, we just decided to meet them in St. Louis. That never happened. Even though we kept calling her teacher, we never met up with them. Whoops. We did meet up with the family of a boy in Ross' class who is also in PAGES, so he was pretty happy about that. The kids had a blast climbing all over the sculptures despite the DO NOT CLIMB ON SCULPTURE signs plastered all over the park.

"Good Kitty"

Can you see the face?

"Here's looking at you kid."

We topped off a fun night by joining our friends the Williams at a state park. This state park hosts camping and Trick-or-Treating every weekend before Halloween. We joined them at their campsite (and their beautiful camper) last year and were excited to do it again this year. Some of those campers go all out, I'm telling you! Anyway, here's the whole gang.

And baby Quinn had the sweetest costume! She was a Cabbage Patch Kid! She, too, got many, many complements, along with her big sister, Anna, the cute pink poodle.

Whew, I'm exhausted after staying up late sewing and crafting and Halloweening this week, but I love it. I still will be working on Edward's and my costumes for our church's party Wednesday. I'll post pictures later.

Happy Halloween!

Shots Anyone?

My sister called me today to tell me about a flu shot clinic being offered in our area. They were giving flu shots as well as the nasal FluMist spray. Since our kids were out of school today I thought it might be a good time to go.

Is it terrible of me that I smiled happily and giggled as I told them, "He guys! Guess what we get to go do?! We're going to get flu shots!!!" I really wish I had recorded that exchange. I quickly told them they could choose between the shot or the nasal spray. Ross said, "shot" Elizabeth said, "nasal spray," and Drew said, "Oh, the nose spray, DEFINITELY!" Not too many kids would choose to get a shot, but Ross remembers it really doesn't hurt to get a flu shot. I also chose the shot. I don't care for things being squirted up my nose. Everybody did well. Edward even joined us. He absolutely chose the mist because he HATES shots. I was especially proud of Drew. He gets a little nervous when it comes to things like this, but he took it like a man and sniffed the FluMist like a pro.

Poor little Mal was a little hurt by the visit, though. Babies under 2 have to get the shot, so she didn't get a say in the matter. She was quite offended when I pulled her pants down to reveal her fatty little thigh, and she immediately tried to pull them up. When the shot went in she cried and cried and looked at me like, "What have you done to me?!" She cried and jabbered for the first 10 minutes of the car ride home. She would cry, "Leg! Ow!", pointing to her leg. Unfortunately for her she has to go back for another one in the next month or two because this was her first dose.

I was telling the kids afterward that this trip went a lot better than the last time we went. We didn't make it last year, but two years ago was so funny! I was pregnant with Mallory and took 2 1/2 year old Drew, 5 year old Elizabeth, and 7 year old Ross to get the shots by myself. The kids knew what was in store for them, and the people sent us to the "family room." I walked in first and was holding Drew facing forward, and I was followed by Elizabeth then Ross. We walked into the room (which was a nursery at a church), and the first thing you see is a table MOUNDED with syringes. Drew immediately began running in mid-air, trying to make an escape. Elizabeth took one look at the Mount Everest of needles and made a bee line under a crib. She kept running from crib to crib, looking for a place to hide. At this point I was laughing so hard I couldn't even talk to the ladies there to give the shots. Ross was very brave, but we walked through the waiting area back to our van, and I know Drew & Elizabeth scared every kid there. Good times. Good times.

Anyway, I do have some advice if you get to chose between a flu shot and the nasal spray: CHOOSE THE NASAL SPRAY!!! Edward has talked all night about how amazing it was to get the vaccine that way. He said you can barely even feel the mist in your nose. While the shot itself didn't hurt, Ross' and my arms are SO SORE tonight!!! We both keep moaning and whining to each other about the tenderness.

Giddy-up

Yesterday Drew's preschool took a field trip to an amazing horse stable/arena/training center. It's magnificence is hard to describe. There is one HUGE and beautiful arena/stable, and there are three other smaller stables (still pretty huge) on the property. The staff was so good to the kids! They played some games,
did some crafts,

got up close and personal with lots of horses,

fed them carrots,

and of course got to ride them. Drew, my VERY cautious child, told me for days and days before hand that he would not be riding any horses. Even after seeing his friends safely and slowly riding the big horse, he still didn't think he wanted to give it a try....Until they brought out the miniature horse. I talked him in to getting on, and he had a blast.

He was even brave enough to ride the big horse and loved that even more!

Mallory got to ride the miniature pony too, but my blasted camera stopped working. She was so funny up there. She put her helmet on and sat motionless on the pony's back. I was making a big deal about her being such a big girl up there, and she wouldn't even crack a smile. She was VERY SERIOUS about riding that horse. The second she was off she was smiling and talking all about it.

The End of an Era

It is a sad, sad day in the Felker household. Drew's beloved fake blue crocs have broken. He has a black pair and a red pair, but these blue ones are so close to his heart. Edward and I brought them home to him as a souvenir when we took a trip to Montreal, Canada in July 2007. They came from a cheap-o touristy store, and were about $4 American Dollars. I'm not exaggerating when I say I think he's worn them at least once a day every day since then. His first pair of fake crocs never came off his feet. They were his play shoes, church shoes, running shoes, summer shoes, winter shoes, etc., and he was even known to sleep in them and take a bath in them. Because of the bright blue (or at least they were bright at one time) color, we had to show tough love with him and told him he couldn't wear these to church. After many, many showdowns, he now knows he is expected to wear "normal" church shoes.

He came to me yesterday afternoon with the sad news that he accidentally broke them. Considering I felt slobber on the strap, I think he was absent-mindedly biting on it while watching TV when it broke.

About 15 minutes later I heard sobs coming from upstairs. I went in to check on him, and with tears streaming down his cheeks, he said, "Those were my favorite ones!" After much consoling, I told him we could go look on ebay for some new ones. He agreed, only if we could find the exact ones. We searched, and a brand new pair of green crocs caught his eye. We put a bid in, and so far so good. We'll know tomorrow if we get them.

A tribute to Drew's fake blue crocs!
Farewell, treasured shoes!

Pumpkin Picking