Pumpkin Carving vs. The Empire State Building

You would think there would be no contest in this kind of fight, but believe it or not, the boys wanted to carve pumpkins MORE than they wanted to go to the Empire State Building. So, Tuesday night we carved pumpkins with the help of Grandpa Don.



My, Grandpa, what big teeth you have!

Our little ham was very proud of his pumpkin…








Ok guys, now…hold… that… pose…


So much for that idea.

If you look close you can see the eyelashes on Ladybug’s pumpkin. The boys think that means it’s a girl.


Guess the Empire State Building will just have to wait!

It’s Great to be Eight Part III

We spent all weekend visiting with grandparents, Great grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins!  So much fun!

Namesakes…. 

Grandpa Don met Liberty Dawn


Great Grandpa John and Levi John

 
Great Grandma Dot and Grandpa John, Rock’s grandparents, are truly amazing.  They get to everything!  They were at Mr. President’s blessing 8 years ago,

and they are still truckin along to be with us at his baptism.   

 
Favorite picture taken all weekend!


Dogpile after dinner

  

And we got some post card pictures of Fall in New Jersey

  

It’s Great to be Eight Part II-The Big Day

Sunday, Oct. 24th, Mr. President was baptized and Ladybug was blessed! I’m so glad so many of our family members could be here with us on this very special day! We had people here from WA, UT, CO, PA, NY and NJ! WOW!



The Blessing Girl:



The Baptism Boy


Funniest moment of the day: When we got to the church for the baptism, I had a moment of panic when I realized I didn’t know if Mr. President had made it into one of the 3 cars that had left from our house.  I had visions of Home Alone-only worse because the missing boy was the star of the hour!  Luckily, he was indeed in one of the cars and we had a wonderful baptism. 

It’s Great to be Eight Part I

Mr. President turned 8 this week and we had a grand time celebrating.  Our weekend was so full that it will take several blog posts to cover it all!  First was the birthday party.

 
To go along with his Halloween costume he decided on an Indiana Jones LEGO party.  Here is his LEGO cake complete with Indiana, bad guys and Indy’s favorite pests.  (Pretend it’s dark green please-I’m too cheap to buy anything but the standard food coloring.)  No, Mr. President has not even seen the Indiana Jones movies and only knows what he’s seen on the Lego website, but he’s still fascinated by the whip wielding hero of the 80’s.  Oh and to save yourself a lot of headache and hassle when planning a birthday party: Always check to make sure that a toy line has not been discontinued before you plan an entire party around it.
Discontinuance nevertheless, we had 8 little boys running wildly through our house searching for lost treasure just as Indiana Jones would.  It was truly crazy-on the verge of out of control most of the time, in fact.  But they had a blast.  They dug through sand in an archeological dig to find their party favors, they wrapped themselves up like mummies with toilet paper and then proceeded to have a tp fight that left our house strewn with toilet paper.   They found their treasure in a treasure box pinata hanging up in the garage.  What little boy doesn’t like to beat something to a pulp.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures of it because I was too busy making sure no one got killed by the swinging bat.   We did the real man’s kind of pinata instead of the new “safer” kind with pull strings.  But we do have this delightful video for your watching enjoyment so you can imagine what it was like. 
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=776250

I hope you are laughing hysterically.  No one was maimed at our party, but the boys had a great time!

The Whip that Wasn’t

This was the whip for Mr. President’s Indiana Jones Halloween costume. Why is it in three pieces you ask? One word (ok, two): Blue Jeans. Not five minutes after it arrived on our doorstep, Blue Jeans took scissors to it to cut it off the packaging. He cut off the bottom 3rd of the whip. And these were not the safe blunt tip child scissors we have around the house, no, these were Mom’s sharp scissors hidden and LOCKED away in her desk! After screaming myself silly, I decided that all was not lost and that I could still tie the end up, fray it a little and Mr. Pres would never know the difference. He didn’t. And he used it happily for one night at the ward Halloween party. The very next day, Blue Jeans brought me the whip again. This time broken/torn/cut (we’re still not sure) in half. No saving it this time.
And there you have the story of the whip that wasn’t. I suppose you could call it the one night stand whip. Or the whip that was whipped. Ok, I’ll stop.

The Pumpkin Patch

Today we picked up the boys early from school and headed to the pumpkin patch.  Here are the highlights!
 




 
  
  
 
  
This is my favorite-they posed themselves.

It was a good day! No major catastrophes, no dirty diapers, or lost children.  We had beautiful weather, Ladybug slept happily most of the time and no one used their pumpkins as weapons. Yay for us!

The Latest and Greatest of Miss Rolly Polly

Just some cute pics for the Grandmas!

 
So happy to be in Purple! (Thanks Katie!)

But even happier to be in PINK!  See, she’s cheering.  (this flower is what “all the baby girls are wearing”,  but I’m just not so sure about this trend)

Happy to be with Grandpa.

Not so happy about the New York  Subway……

And happy to be chubby-she has rolls on the backs of her knees!