Saturday, November 1, 2008
Here they are getting ready to go:
Our ninja, who was very difficult to keep track of in the dark:
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Here's Chase in 2002. He was about 9 months old and loved his cowboy costume.
Since he was a cowboy in 2002, we decided he should be an indian in 2003. He refused to wear the feather on his head, but he did get the hang of saying "Trick or Treat" and collecting candy. He had a fever on Halloween night, but was a good sport anyway.
In 2004, Chase was a clown. We didn't think he'd wear the nose, but he did. The shoes slowed us down considerably, and since I was pregnant with Cole, I couldn't carry him all through the neighborhood, so we didn't make it to too many houses before Trick or Treating was over.
In 2005, Chase wanted to be spiderman, and I chose Mickey Mouse for Cole, who was only about 7 months old. Cole slept through Trick or Treating, but I carried him from house to house and collected candy for him.
In 2006, Chase was Captain Jack Sparrow. He LOVED this costume (and the sword). He actually lost the sword while trick or treating and was devastated, but someone found it in their front yard and returned it the next day.
Cole was a pirate too in 2006, but once again, he slept through the whole thing. We pushed him around in a car Chase won in a contest a few weeks before, so at least we didn't have to carry him that year. As you can see from the bags tied to the back of the car, he still managed to rack up on the candy.
In 2007, Chase was a ninja. The day before Halloween, he put his sword on the back of Charles' truck and it was lost somewhere between home and Charles' office, but he made do with a spare we had around the house and had a great time. He slept in this costume for most of the next year (and regularly scared Cole to death).
This was the first year Cole really got into Halloween. Cole had (and still has) a bit of a dinosaur obsession, and absolutely ADORED his dinosaur costume, despite the fact that it was a size too small and VERY warm for the weather we had. But Mr. Personality made the most of it and collected massive quantities of candy.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The kids had a great time playing outside, driving Papa's tractor, building fires, and swinging on Blackie. Here are a few pictures of our "vacation":
The next morning, we woke up and turned on the TV and found out that the tropical storm which we hadn't really been worried about getting to Alabama for a few days was now expected to hit later Saturday. We brought the kids to the beach for a few hours before packing up. They had a great time on the beach that morning, burying each other in the sand and collecting shells. Cole got brave and actually went into the water (clinging to me). I really liked it better when there was at least one thing on Earth Cole was afraid of. But anyway, they had a great time. They could see fish swimming around their feet and got a huge kick out of trying to catch them. A lady walking down the beach gave the kids a hermit crab she had found. They insisted that he was their new pet, and since we were cutting the trip short and had an empty aquarium at home, we let them bring him. Chase wanted to name him Sandy, Cole wanted to name him Rocketshippy, so they decided to name him Sandy Rocketshippy.
Saturday around 10am we put the kids (and Sandy Rocketshippy) in the car, pressed play on the dvd player, and discovered it's broken. VERY long car ride home. Once we got home, we dug around in the cabinets, discovered we actually own hermit crab food (purchased for a captive lizard a long time ago), and set Sandy Rocketshippy up in the aquarium. Unfortunately, Sandy Rocketshippy left us a few days later for that big sandcastle in the sky, and the kids are back to trying to domesticate frogs and lizards.
Here are a few pictures from our trip:
Hopefully we can go back sometime and stay a little longer than 18 hours.
After his first tooth fairy experience, Chase decided this tooth business was a pretty good racket, and pulled out his other tooth 4 days later. Same box was used, and same result. By the time we evacuated to Nana & Papa's for Hurricane Gustav, the $2 was burning a hole in Chase's pocket, so he got Papa to bring him to Kaffe's and somehow managed to purchase about $20 worth of stuff with his $2. Must be magic tooth fairy money.
Here's a final toothless "After" picture with 2 missing teeth:
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Their school allows the older siblings to walk the younger ones to their classes, so Chase brought Cole to his building before going to his own. The teacher who got them out of the car grabbed my camera and took a few pictures of them walking into school for me.
Cole seems to have had a great first day, and was excited to go back again this morning. Here are a few pictures of them:
Charles attempted to get her to destroy the pictures, but she sent them to me anyway. I'm pretty sure I can use them when Cole's a teenager.
I like this next one. Looks like he's checking out the other outfit and thinking "Mine is so much classier."
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
So on the first day of school I, of course, insisted on a little photo session. I got lots of foggy pictures (too humid outside) of him scowling at me for making him pose for pictures. I did snap one of him and Cole (Cole's still in his pj's because he doesn't start until next week). Cole wasn't too interested in the fact that Chase was leaving (he just wanted us gone so he'd have Nana's undivided attention) until Chase was almost out the door, then he went running after him for a hug.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
The vet met us at the clinic after hours, took some x-rays, and confirmed that her back leg was broken. Something with big teeth apparently thought she looked tasty. She came home after 24 hours at the vet with a cast on her leg and on antibiotics. Her belly is pretty bruised and a little puffy looking.
She can't get her leg wet, so it has to be tied up in a bag before she can potty. She can't stand up on her own to potty, so we (I) have to take her outside and hold her up while she potties. She won't eat or drink unless we hold the water bowl for her or hand her the food one morsel at a time (at first I thought she was too weak to do it herself...now I think she's playing me). We have her inside the house in a little dog fence, and she basically just sleeps all day. It's been 4 days now, and she did lift her head and bark at me a few times today, so I guess that's a sign she's feeling better. I tried to put a bowl with a little food in her bed rather than handing her bite after bite, but I guess that was an insult to her because she overturned the bowl on the floor as soon as I walked off. I think I smell a malingerer.
Here she is (the black mark on her belly to the right of the cast is one of the puncture wounds):
Here he is playing "pitcher." Ok, I know in t-ball there is no pitcher, but all the kids wanted to play that position because most of the balls come to the person playing that position and he gets to throw them to first base. At the last game, Chase finally got to "pitch."
Chase slid into every single base. He saw someone slide at the first game and after that, he slid into every base. By the end of the season, all the kids were doing it. Half the time they never even touched the base with their foot -- it was all just about getting dirty.
When I looked up and saw him crawling along like this, he was talking out loud to himself about something and it reminded me of that scene in the Breakfast Club when Judd Nelson/Bender is crawling on top of the ceiling telling a joke. I just had to take a picture...
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Then, being boys, they took him to Hooter's for lunch (when Chase was little, I went out of town for work and Charles brought him to Hooter's for dinner. Chase thinks it's THE best restaurant ever because they gave him a balloon). I thought he should wear his crown to Hooter's, but the boys didn't want it to get damaged and he conveniently "forgot" it at home. Some pics: