Punching Pumpkins

I get tired easily. Like, not in the typical sense of the word but definitely in some sense of it...some mommy sense of it. Like when I'm overwhelmed with house work and by the time I fold and neatly put everyone's laundry away I simply shove mine into my draw. No folds. No sense of order. They just get the shove. Everyone else gets neatly placed socks. But I can't find a single matching pair of mine. Good thing panties don't come in pairs, otherwise I'd go commando more often than not. Who am I kidding, I still go commando more often than not.

Or when I've worked for 12 hours and come home and I'm determined to make up for being gone so much by cooking a full course meal, but then I end up standing over the sink shoving scraps from Ari's half-eaten plate into my mouth because I didn't make it to the table because I was too busy doing things I normally can't get done during the week.

Or when I wake up early to cook the kids breakfast and then only grab coffee for myself before heading to work because I didn't want to spend the time cooking for one. more. person...me

This whole I get tired easily thing flows into many aspects of my life, and at Halloween it was no different. My pumpkin looked like he got punched in the face, so did I decide to spin him around and carve/paint/create his face on the not-so-punched side? Of course I didn't. When I saw these little $0.99 things at the store I dug through them until I find one that said Yup, I just got punched in the face.

And I think it works perfectly because he looks like he's still in a daze from said face punch. Please do not judge me for not breaking out a knife and doing those ridiculously detailed carvings. Ain't nobody...and I repeat NOBODY got time fo' dat.

Over and out.

Trick-or-Treat

I realize Halloween is over but shit is cray around here and I never put up photos. I don't even have time to do laundry daily anymore, instead, I had just been going commando until one day, after putting a dress on I realized I had a problem...so I fixed it by doing laundry regularly again going shopping for more. So the fact that I even managed to get my children out trick-or-treating is outstanding enough in and of itself.

And there definitely wasn't loads of photo-taking happening. Especially since my little vampire was so giddy over the prospect of getting loads of candy that he kept skipping, and bouncing, and pinging all over the neighborhood.

The SIL and I were diggin' the angel/devil look. Not sure if we got our roles right though.

Jersey wasn't amused to be put in a dress, po' kitty.

And of course prior to Halloween we carved our pumpkins. Or if you're me you simply took a sharpie to that sucker and called it a day.

I'm thinking this is the last year I'm going to be able to convince E to go door-to-door with us. I think he just hangs in there for my sake, it's just so hard for me to see him becoming a young man...now excuse me while I go pull out his baby book, grab a box of tissues, and bawl my eyes out.

Xo,

Lor

Adventures of The Rumbarger Clan: Our First Halloween in Florida

Halloween in Florida didn't feel so Halloweeny (temperature-wise), I'm used to freezing my ass off by the time we start going door-to-door, but this year it was warm. Owen even asked (on several occasions) if he could peel of some of his layers. But all other aspects of the Halloween vibe were in full effect; we decorated the house and partook in several different Halloween-based-shenanigans. On Thursday, we went to 'Read and Treat' at the kids' school where they went trick-or-treating through the halls, listened to a story-teller and then got as many free books as you could hold - I think we made out with at least 30. Sunday we went to 'The Boo at the Zoo' and that was good fun; the kids saw animals, played games, made Halloween-themed decorations, got lost in a maze and got loads of candy. Then we had the traditional trick-or-treating around the neighborhood that evening. Owen called the sum of these parts "Triple Candy." Three events. Three times to get candy. To a four year old, that's hot shit. That's "Triple Candy" ooooor "Cha-Ching!" as Ethan put it.

This year, Ethan was the Grim Reaper, I wasn't surprised, I mean, the kid is almost 11 and as far as the cutesy Halloween costumes go - he's completely over it, and has been for several years.

Ariana was a vampire, but of course she had to put a girly spin on it yet she still wanted to be 'scary.' I was surprised that she wanted to be something scary (she even requested that she have 'blood' dripping from her mouth, I'm used to her being a princess or a cheerleader or a butterfly or a fairy or a...you get the point. But no, she too, is over the cutesy costumes. And so it begins, the 'tween' years, it's frightening how quickly kids are maturing now-a-days, but the wise person in me knows that if I shelter them from it I'm only going to be doing my children a disservice, so I welcome it with not-quite-all-the-way-open arms and a watchful eye. Though this doesn't mean she'll be getting a her belly button pierced anytime soon.

Owen was a dragon; a costume he's been wearing on and off for the past month and actually went to sleep in on several occasions. 

And Bear was an out of control guard dog, oh no...wait...that's him 24/7. Soooooo, I'm totally spacing out and keep getting distracted (probably due to my lack of sleep) so I'm going to do you all a favor and stop typing now, go make my fourth cup of coffee, dry my hair and enjoy my last full week as a stay-at-home-mommy. Watch out 96 MSS - Ready or not...here.I.come! 

He was just walkin' around like he owned the place

This web was so tiny. It was in-between the openings of a chain-link type fence.
I'm amazed that some little spider just whipped this up

Ari added to the Halloween decor in her room by making a cat in her lite-brite

The boys added their lego spiders to our Halloween decor in the living room.
Ethan's is 'destroying' Owen's in this pic :)