I feel like Homer Simpson. I completely left out the best part of Halloween 2010. Doh.
Yes, Reagan was Captain Hook at the Disney party that year. And she was seriously SO cute. The photo above is her trying on the outfit at the Contemporary gift shop a few weeks prior.
But what I failed to include in my last post was the amount of costume changes Reagan had that Halloween.
The first is Captain Hook - obviously. She wore this costume to Mickey's party at the Magic Kingdom.
Our neighborhood had a Halloween costume block party a few days before the 31st. For this party, Reagan was a red crayon.
Today we picked up the kids 2017 Halloween costumes. I know, we are "way early". Both kids knew what they wanted to be, so I figured we get that shopping out of the way. I don't want a repeat of the 2015 Halloween fiasco. And I wanted to get out of the house...
Both Stu monsters have assured me that they will NOT change their minds before October 31. And since we arrived home, they have been in total character. I will be waiting to reveal their costume choices (sorry).
First, I must begin by saying thank you. Thank you to the men and women who have given their lives in order for us to have and continue our current lifestyle. Thank you to the families of those who gave the ultimate sacrifice to protect our freedoms. Stu and I know, and we are teaching our children that freedom is never free.
I've shared our crazy, busy, jam-packed weekend fun in Our Memorial Day 2017 Recap.
This post is dedicated to hosting a party with a red, white & blue Americana theme.
Red, White and Blue
Time to decorate eggs for the Easter Bunny!
I gave up on the dye cups a few years ago. Painting and drawing on them is so much more fun.
Reagan painted most of hers. But Buddy prefers to draw. We used Sharpie paintbrush markers. They were PERFECT!
Before I get into the egg hunt... I must give you a tie bit of information first. Immediately after school on Friday, I dropped both kids off at my mother in-law's house. They spent the night. Both kids asked me to pack their stuff - this is unusual. Typically, both Stu monsters like to control their outfits and suitcases. But, it did not bother me. I selected the clothes, threw all of their stuff in a bag, and off they went.
The Rockin' Egg Hunt
Our church hosted its first egg hunt. And we kicked it up a notch by adding painted rocks to the hunt. Hence the name - it was a rock and egg hunt. Clever, right? I was not the genius behind it.
If I don't write about my Valentine's Day, did I actually experience one?
Yesterday was a day. Oy. Rea and I were on separate pages. Probably even different books. It was ugly. There was crying, yelling, tight fists, headaches. And that was all before lunch.
It wasn't all clouds and storms though. The sun broke through a few times, and I have to say, I had a nice Valentine's Day.
This year exhausted me. And, as usual, I am not sad to see it go.
However, I am uncharacteristically excited about what 2017 may bring. My hubs is beginning a new chapter in his career - a new position with his company. My kids are doing well - Rea is thriving in virtual school, Bud is awesome and growing. Both are (literally) kicking butt in karate. I am a super proud Mommy.
We sincerely hope you had a wonderful holiday weekend. We certainly did.
As you know, the kids went to bed easily and early on Christmas Eve. They woke up just before 7am, but they chilled in their rooms. At 7am (on the dot), they were in our room begging to go downstairs.
Our Christmas morning custom is for the kids to wait at the top of the stairs until Mommy and Daddy get the cameras all set up. It's a tradition my parents started a LONG time ago. (Grammie thought it'd be so funny to recreate those photos with me and my sisters. The pics on the stairs will be kept private... let's just say, we don't fit in the stairwell like we used to.)
Our Christmas Eve was a bit low key this year. It seemed like we all had last minute errands to run in the morning. I hit up Publix for a few last minute things. Grammie and Bud took off to get something. Stu and Rea popped off to do their own stuff.
We do our Christmas cookies on Christmas Eve every year. If we do them earlier, we eat them all.
Yes, I go super easy. We just slice out Pilsbury dough circles. This year, our icing was Duncan Hines - cream cheese and milk chocolate. DELICIOUS!
The freaking elf.
I think that pretty much sums up my feelings toward this little guy.
Yes, it was so adorable when Santa delivered him to us. And right after Thanksgiving, I am usually happy to see him. But, by the time December 24th rolls around, I am not sorry to see him go.
There is such pressure included with this thing. What kind of things does your elf get involved in? Does he lay limp on the floor? Do you spend hours sewing new outfits for him? Do you use your Cricut to create elaborate activities for your offspirng? Do you break your elf's leg so he won't have to move for at least a week? Do you wake up in with a curse word and a mild heart attack at 3am because you forgot to move him... again?
I am somewhere in the middle. Our elf is not a limp noodle (we actually gave him a wire skeletal system years ago). And he is not a fashion-forward, Pinterest-inspired, DIY crafter.
There is little I like more than a holiday! Something about the energy of the day makes me giddy.