Posts Tagged: family

Heating Up and Cooling Off

Day 5 | Heating Up

Day 6 |  Cooling Off

We got to Buffalo without any major issues.  I will say, though, that boarding a plane with four children–one of whom is a three year old–a car seat, and your husband’s old flight bag is HARD.  Really. Effing. Hard.   But, I did it.   The kids were awesome during the flight, and that made up for the 4.7 minutes of crazy that I experienced when we got on board.

Here are some randoms from our two days here, thus far:

  • We had our traditional “welcome back’ pizza and chicken wings.
  • My parents’ hearts have been melted approximately 143 times, by little David, already.
  • TV really sucks.
  • Or maybe it’s the volume setting; I can’t decide?
  • Or maybe it’s Armageddon Week?
  • I do love Man vs. Wild, though.
  • Oh, and Food Network!
  • We’ve had one throw up incident.
  • I saved the new Oriental rug.
  • Yes, I did my mom proud.
  • Mikey’s got a sore throat and my mom blames the 1/2 hour of playing in the snow.
  • My mom and I went to Lowe’s tonight and bought two more area rugs for the dining and formal living room.
  • At 9:55pm.
  • They close at 10:00pm.
  • I’ve been to the brand new Wal-Mart.
  • Twice!
  • It’s really, really bright in there.
  • I’m writing this at 12:40am
  • And I’m tired.
  • So, goodnight.

Tradition Hangs in the Balance

And how do we keep our balance?  That I can tell you in one word.  Tradition!
–Tevye, the Papa, Fiddler on the Roof

The date has been blocked on the calendar since the month change. Countdowns were issued weekly. Thoughts were exchanged verbally amongst siblings about how the night would be, what they would wear, when we’d actually leave the house, and where we’d go. Daydreams ensued about pumpkin heads filled with all kinds of delightful treats.  All in the name of a fall time tradition that [we] love to celebrate: Halloween!

Franken-bot? Off With His Head

The day started out rather slowly.  Coffee.  Mama needs coffee.  And once the quota was filled–the quota being my two favorite mugfuls–I was ready to face the day; the busy day that would more than likely not bring any rest.  First stop was acting class where Olivia did her little one minute skit and wowed the socks off of her teacher.   During the time that the kids were there, Davey and I went to hell.  Ok, so, fine, we really just went to Wal-Mart, but honestly it was pretty close to hell.  Saturday, on Halloween, at Wal-Mart–what was I thinking?   We survived, though, and got back just in time to pick up the little actors.

Then it was time to work.  There was lunch to be served, cupcakes to be made, and pumpkins to carve.

Cupcakes, good.

Time flew by, and before we knew it night was upon us.  I started to get the kids in their costumes.

ZOMBIEGIRLFirst up was Zombie Girl.   This girl has been something ghoulish for the past three Halloweens.  Gone are the days of Princesses and Pop Icons.  She wanted scary, spooky freakishness, and scary, spooky freakishness she achieved.

Bionicle (by: Papa)Next was Benny the Bionicle.  When I found the box of old costumes in the garage, and he saw that Mikey’s old costume would fit him he immediately knew what he’d be.  After all, this is the kid who lives, eats, and breathes, Bionicles.

Ninja (by: Papa) Then it was the Ninja’s turn to get ready.  He wore a costume that was once his eldest brother’s, too.  Mikey was three when my parents took him and Olivia trick-or-treating in our old neighborhood in Cheektowaga, NY.   I can still see toddler Mikey walking down the cracked sidewalks, his plastic pumpkin in hand, excited about getting chocolates.

We kept asking David what he was going to be for Halloween and he reply was either “inja” or “I not gonna be a inja.”   Cutest damn Ninja that I’ve seen, oh, in eight years!


Finally, there was Billy Mays.  I don’t know if I can add anything other than I love that Mikey chose to be him for Halloween.  Earlier in the week I had asked Twitter what they thought he should dress up as, knowing that he liked to wear creative, home-made costumes as opposed to the store bought.   Someone said, “How about Billy Mays,” and as soon as I told Mikey that, the deal was done.   Respectfully, Mikey became the OxiClean spokesman for a night.  He threw that thumb up and flashed his big, pearly whites.

After it was all said and done, Olivia and I were talking.  She said, “Mama, I’m happy about Halloween, but I also have this sad feeling now.”

“Oh, baby,” I said, “sounds to me like you have Halloween let-down.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Ya know on Christmas morning, when you’ve done opened all your presents, and the candy’s been eaten, and there’s nothing but crumpled paper under the tree?” I answered her with a question.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Well,” I said, “that’s Christmas let-down, and what you are feeling now is Halloween let-down.  After all, you’ve been thinking about this night for a whole month.  And now that it’s over, you feel kinda sad.  The good part, though, is that we get to mark a new holiday on the calendar tomorrow!”

She was satisfied.

Our Jack-o-Lanterns

Me?  I’m still not entirely satisfied.  November has started and–as quickly as time flies–it’ll be over before we know it.   That’s why I’m just going to take it one day at a time.  I’m allowing myself time to fix any mistakes I’ve made.  I’m resigning myself to be patient with myself; my mind, body and soul.

So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.

–John Clare, November

This is {NaBloPoMo}

Traveling; In and Out of Focus

Traveling In and Out of Focus

This time tomorrow we will almost be there.

Who knows if the road will be in focus?

Or out of focus?

Probably a mix;

There will be craziness.

Mixed with complaints.

There will be music and singing,

Mixed with Thomas the Train.

There will be laughter,

Mixed with tears.

Probably so.

Who knows if the road will be out of focus?

Or in focus?

But at this time tomorrow, we’ll almost be there.

This road that we travel.

Neither straight nor sane.

Getting there, though, is worth the chaos.

For me, this road will lead me to an experience.

One that I believe will be like no other.

It’s true.

“No matter where you go, there you are…”

It’s For Your Own Good

David’s new thing is climbing on the outside of the banister. The other day he got scolded for it, by his Papa, and proceeded to stand in the position seen on the top right for a solid five minutes.   If I scold him he laughs; I see how this is going to go.

“Could you take my picture?”

Week in the Life with Music

Olivia, 10

Lovely Mane

She Loves Her; It's Clear

A Birthday Guest

Mama Makes

Oh Nom Nom Nom

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