A Bunch of Turkeys

Enter his gates with thanksgiving,and his courts with praise!Give thanks to him; bless his name! Psalm 100:4

From our family to yours

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Families are like fudge ~ mostly sweet with a few nuts!!

Hot Head(s)

I'm one of those multi-tasking moms during worship service on Sunday fully equipped with snacks, newspaper toy circulars, coloring books and crayons. It's kind of hard to get into worship-mode mentality with three kids on the pew, but I try my best to keep them still and quiet. Karson has been coughing a lot lately (who hasn't???) and hasn't had the best temperament. She was in a "funk" yesterday morning and being a bit uncooperative. On a side note, Karson has always had a strong willed personality. She would rather lose every toy and privilege than to put her own shoes on when asked. She might crawl down the hall instead of walk (especially when we are in hurry). We learned early on that spankings are useless with her. You could beat her until she's black and blue and she will NEVER YIELD. Needless to say, she is in time-out A LOT. She'll argue with a brick wall. That's her personality. Of course, she's grown up a lot and doesn't act like that all the time (or even most of the time), but she has her moments, and yesterday was one of them. I sat down in the pew at church (practically on the wooden arm rest) and asked Karson to scoot down. She moved over a whole millimeter, and I was still squished. I asked her to move down some more, and instead of being compliant and obeying, she growled, "I already did". By that point, I decided she needed a little assistance and gave her a firm scoot in which she toppled over and smacked Miles right in the head. He's crying, she's fuming, and I'm aggravated. Snacks are divvied out along with coloring books and crayons. Karson takes her art work very seriously. Her school teachers rave about how talented she is. Soooo, she's working on a masterpiece during church and lo and behold, we don't have a brown crayon. Karson looks at me and asks, "how do I make brown?" I told her to mix black with yellow (right???). I have NO IDEA how to make brown. She starts swirling the colors together and getting angrier and angrier because NO BROWN. She's about to blow a gasket and decides to get EVEN with her portrait. She starts sounding out words and writes the following phrase on her paper:

It reads: I HAT THIS PICHRE

One of my favorite movie quotes is from Halloween H2O when Laurie Strode tells her son "Okay, John. I know that you get your smart mouth from my side of the family, so I'll cut you a break. " I can TOTALLY see myself saying this to Karson when she is a teenager. Hopefully, she won't be as hot headed and smart-mouthed as her mom =).

This one reads: I (heart) yow and cats and dog and dukeys

The photo at the beginning of this post is one I had her do on a plate at The Paint'n Place of our family (Princess Sparkles is the black blob). The above are a few samples of her art. It really is adorable and priceless!!!

Reality at It's Best

The best time to find Halloween costumes (or any costume for that matter) is, none other than, the day AFTER Halloween when they are being clearanced out. I am ALL about a bargain (especially when it comes to cheaply made costumes). I knew the choices might be slim considering Halloween fell on a Friday night. I was pleasantly surprised at Wal-Mart's selection on Saturday morning though. I guess many people were still in sugary filled comatose stupors and not out and about hitting the sales--like CRAZY me. Isaac found his dream costume--an Optimus Prime Transformer. He has had it on four days in a row this week. Needless to say, it WREAKS.

And, now for a commercial break from our sponsor Isaac Deaton singing the "Monster Truck, Dinosaur, Color" song.

In other news, cousin Elizabeth spent the night last Monday since we'd all be out on Tuesday for Election Day. I don't know who had the most fun--Karson and Elizabeth, Miles or Princess Sparkles? We may try a boy sleepover soon with Evan.

And now for another commercial break--a performance by Miles Deaton, aka Dancing King. He sure does love to Boogie!!! I am about to throw in the towel on the whole...preventing the boys from taking off the couch cushions, throwing them on the floor and using them as a trampoline...bit. Boys are about as destructive as a MAC truck coming through a house. And, while I'm on the boy note, what is it about boys that is SOOOO HAND-SY? If they aren't tackling, pushing, wrestling, pinching, tossing, hitting, smacking, etc., then things just aren't as they should be. It's truly impossible for them to actually "keep their hands to themselves."


The time change certainly took its toll on Miles this morning. He fell asleep, armed with a light sabre, around 11 a.m. After a 30-minute power nap, he was ready to go.

A New Spooky Tradition

We got to trick or treat for the first time with our beloved cousins this year on Halloween. Paul and Shannon hosted a little soiree at their pad in Talbott which will be a new tradition. We had a late start getting ready for the big event. I decided to tote the boys over to Karson's school party at Plano in the late afternoon (which meant Miles didn't get a nap). We opted for the power 4:00 p.m. nap but needed to leave by 5:00. Needless to say, he wasn't a happy camper getting his Superman gear on. Isaac decided on a last minute costume change from Spiderman to the Blue Power Ranger (last year's get-up). Karson didn't want to wear a tank top underneath her Barbie Cheerleader outfit. Yada, yada, yada and then we took off from the house and left the diaper bag behind, had to turn back around, yada, yada, yada, stop at the store and get ice, blah, blah, blah and finally arrived a few minutes late.

BUT, we finally made it and joined our crew:

Miles getting into the Halloween spirit!

Isaac's school party.

Karson's "Fall" party.