It's Official

Oh I can't believe I just got off the phone with Will's school principal - well, no, that's not right. That part is believable. What I can't believe is that I just told her that I'll be home schooling him come January. I had a "what was I thinking" moment today. I have those a lot since I've started to seriously entertain thoughts of home schooling my brood.

More on that as things develop. Yeah, you know I'm going to post some crazy stuff here once all four kids are home with me all day long.

In other news, our 2 year old got his fingers wedged in our automatic minivan doors. He cried for 45 minutes straight. We were sure he had broken something. I took him to the doctor for an x-ray. Doctor said he looked OK but gave him a splint. Long story short, aside from a little bruising and tenderness, he's back to normal.

The twins are fine. They're nursing colds and cutting teeth but are sleeping through the night more often. They're on solids now - recently trying chicken and sweet potato combo and for tomorrow we have turkey with veggies. Mr. Cubby tries to feed them goldfish crackers, gum, Tic-Tacs and various non-food items. So thank goodness they're getting teeth.

I can't believe it's almost Christmas. Miss Boo (our new name for our sweet baby girl) and Mr. Poot ... I should change it to Mr. Poo so they rhyme... are 7 months old... oh and someone is crying.

Must dash.

Picture Crazy

I'm so exited that I found the post a picture button. How did it take me nearly a year to find it? Oh right, it's because I'm a conservative. Duh.

Here are pictures of the twins right after they were born. I guess I could add them to an earlier post but I'm too tired to hunt it down right now. Maybe some other day.

Crazy Halloween

Our Halloween in a nutshell went as follows:
Will lost his Darth Vader costume and went as Pope St. Pius X instead. (I made him a pope costume because he had to be Pius X for the school All Saints party). He chased our neighbor, Iron Man, shooting him with Jesus rays from his crucifix - which just goes to show you that boys can make weapons out of anything.

Mr. Cubby was finally persuaded to wear his Dragasaurus costume after I wore it around the house on my head on Halloween morning. He was fascinated by the whole knocking on doors to get candy thing and as we went from house to house he alternated between saying, "Trick or treat" and "Hi. Gimme some candy."

The Twins were mostly miserable and wanted to go to bed but we took them out anyway. We borrowed a parenting tip from one of my sis-in-laws telling them, "You're going trick or treating and you're going to like it."

Will's proudest moment, aside from wearing his saintly pontiff costume was carving a vomiting pumpkin. He's very proud of how gross it was... so proud, in fact, that he told many a kindly old lady who gave him candy on Halloween night about his "pumpkin that has lots of vomit coming out of his mouth but not real vomit just seeds and the inside of the pumpkin part."