Monday, November 23, 2009

October/November Recap

Sometimes I wish you could backdate these blogs. But a recap of the last 2 months will have to do.

From the last week in September until Halloween I (Ankle Biters) was swamped with Halloween Orders. I made 22 tutus and 5 Super Hero capes. It was a huge blessing when we REALLY needed the money but was very stressful in the fact that there was tulle and fabric everywhere and I had little free time for Kevin and the kids. We got through it, but Halloween lost it's luster for me this year. We took the kids to 3 different things on 3 different days to really get use out of there costumes. Cousin Brandon's school Halloween Carnival on Thursday, Halloween Happenin at Granmmys and Papas church on Friday, and then out Annual Trick-or-Treating on Olive Street with Angi, Stella, and crew. The kids had a blast at every place and got WAY too much good candy. Here they are in all there incredible glory.

Toby channeled "Dash Incredible" all night and ran everywhere, knocking over kids, tomb stones, or anything else in his path. Olivia kept trying to make Toby call her "Violet" all day since she was calling him dash. I made her costume and she was very excited about her "super suit". But when I got the tutu out she looked at me with those eyes and said to me "Mom, that's not a super suit." I had to convince her it was a super tutu and then she was good with it.

After trick-or-treating, we dropped the kids off at my mom and dads (Really Kevin and I would have NO adult life is it wasn't for them...thanks mom!!) and went to Carynn's Party. After making so many tutus, and then my two best friends asking me to make them some, I decided I had to make one for myself to. So here we are. All of us in our Ankle Biter Tutus. It was a fun night!

Then there was November

I was HUGELY blessed to be apart of my Sister-in-laws (and one of my best friends) home birth. Words can't even describe how amazing it was. Dena was such a trooper and brought a beautiful 8 lb 1 oz boy into this world naturally and peacefully in their home. I was reminded of how amazing and perfectly God created our bodies to preform such a task and loved every single minute of it. Here is Lucas Allen Fisher born November 6th 2009

And now, Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I am feeling like the days are just flying by. I am annoyed that there is Christmas crap EVERYWHERE and the weather hasn't even felt like fall. My favorite season has come and gone way too quickly. I'm going to have to find my thankful heart by the end of the week here. And I will, I have so much to be thankful for, especially that there is a holiday that forces us to stop and count our blessings. Happy Fall everyone.

Sunday, November 15, 2009


Apparently this morning Toby wanted to make some cupcakes. I had the Christmas Funfetti Cupcake mix on the counter and I guess he was inspired. Here are the events that transpired, or at least what we have put together through the evidence he left behind.

8:00 (or so) Toby wakes up, busts the child lock in half that is on his door, and gets out his room by himself.

He walks into the kitchen and sees the cupcake mix on the counter...he thinks to himself "I really want some of those cupcakes, I will just make them before anyone gets up so I can eat them all myself."

He then grabs a chair, pushes it over to the counter, and grabs a filet knife out of the drawer. (This part scares me to death, what if he fell off the chair with the knife...thank God for watching over my crazy man-child while I am not) He proceeds to try and cut the box open with the knife, taking several slivers out of the side of the box and making a little slit in his finger in the process. (Again, thank God that was all that happened)

8:15 (or so) He then realizes that he's not going to get the box open, so he will just get out the ingredients instead, and worry about the box later. He puts the filet knife back in the drawer (the wrong way with the pointy end still slightly sticking out of the drawer) and goes to the refrigerator. Since everyone knows, even a 2 year old, that you need eggs to make cupcakes he thought he would get those out too. He drops about 5 eggs onto the ground and realizes that this his 2 year old hands might not be up to the job. So he dutifully picks up all the egg shell and throws them in the trash, but leaving the yokes all over the floor. (Cause really, who wanted to clean up slimy egg yokes)

By 8:30 (or so) he is tired from all this attempted baking, so he goes into the living room, turns on the tv, and watches some random show until Kevin got up with Liv.

I seriously don't know how I am going to do this raising a boy thing, it is turning out to be MUCH harder than raising a girl, not to mention more dangerous. He destroys everything he touches, gets dirty doing everything, and only wants me to kiss him once a week. I have a feeling that my muay thai-ing, girl pushing, door slamming, "rocket" peeing, loud voiced, super speed boy is going to test my soul till the day I die. And even with all that, I still can't believe that I could love a little boy as much as I do this one. For that one kiss a week, totally eclipses all the other stuff. Oh the love of a little boy.