Cookie Henge

Ah, yes... Pumpkin cookies!!! It doesn't get better than slapping some sprinkles and candy corn on buttercream and then devouring it. Of course, since Noah has joined in the fun the last few years, I've learned that the candy corn and sprinkles don't always MAKE IT onto the frosting. But that's okay, too!

Noah and his friend Derek "Stone" decorated Halloween cookies together last week and we had a great time. Let's just say that we gave the boys free reign over sprinkle choice and quantity, so the cookies turned out very Picasso-ish. I think they were awesome!!! And oh so yummy...

Kevin once again tuned into his artistic side and created a masterpiece. Ladies and Gentlemen, I ask you to behold......

COOKIE HENGE!!!!


The finished products:


The Boys...


Pouring away...


I joined in... Noah's doing his imitation of the pumpkin cookie! Funny dude...







I'm still finding sprinkles on my kitchen floor... Good times.


Counting down to Trick-or-Treating!!!!

Nicole
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"Oh, Pumpkin... My Pumpkin!"

More pictures of our AWESOME day at the Pumpkin Farm coming soon!!!

Worth The Wait

I've been very careful about talking with Noah about the possibility of a baby brother or sister. Children definitely live in the moment, and they get so excited about something and then want it right away. Since we really have no idea just how long it may be until that dream might come true, I've been hesitant to suggest it to him.

But the other day we were in his room and I just felt the need to ask him what he would think about having a baby brother or sister.

"You know, Noah... Someday Daddy and Mommy may bring home a little baby, and you could be their big brother. We could get out the baby crib again and put it next to your big boy bed..."

His eyes lit up and he went on and on about helping me feed the baby milk, bringing me diapers, giving the baby kisses and hugs, and so on... I made sure to end our little talk by reiterating that it may be awhile, but that it's good to be happy about it and it's okay to think about it. We moved on with our day.

The next morning, I was in the kitchen feeding my Abbie when my little boy wandered downstairs in his footed jammies, carrying his favorite toys. When he got to the bottom step, he paused and looked around.

Then he looked at me:

"Baby here yet?"

The tears came and I allowed myself to cry for a little bit before I answered:

"I'm working on it, Baby."

Getting into the "BOO" Mood

Getting into the Halloween spirit has been very easy this year. Noah is SOOOOO excited!!! He checks everyday just to make sure that his costume is still hanging there in his closet and that Abbie Mae knows that she's going to go Trick-or-Treating, too. He has his Buzz Lightyear candy bucket all ready to grab on the way out the door.

AND... He's so into it that he may actually let me do some Halloween make-up this year!

Here's a look at my FIRST attempt at costume make-up... On an eight month old... I know...


He was a good sport about it, and the fact that he was dressed like a scarecrow. But now the fun begins! I figure that this just may be the last Halloween that I will pick his costume for him. This may just be the last year that he and Abbie will coordinate. But definitely just the beginning of Daddy and Mommy pilfering a percentage of the goodies when we head back home. It's just a fact of life...

Love,
The Black Cat
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Abbie Mae's Dish

Abbie here...

So the leaves have started to change colors again out here in 'Braska. This means that I am just THAT much closer to the two times per year that Mama is allowed to dress me up and treat me like a doll instead of a person (that's right...PERSON. Huh?... Dude, what's a dog?... You're weird).

Yes, Halloween is the first of those retched days. Oh, this year will be a doozy! She's already fitted me for my costume/ torture device. And YES. Once again, I'm Noah's little accessory. Well, at least we're a theme... Nevermind. I can't give it away, so just stay tuned for pictures and details. I'm sure Mama will tell you all about it in a few short weeks. But just for kicks, here's a review of my stylin' costumes from the past:


Then Thanksgiving will come and this I don't mind so much. Simply because, despite their best efforts, I know that Noah will slip me some turkey... and cheese...Mmmmmmm.

Christmas will follow and bring with it the second part of my dress up story. Both of our families have a Christmas Eve pajama tradition, and I am not excluded. To my knowledge, I only own two pairs (one flannel), but I hope that's it! Then the jingle bell nightmare begins. When I was a puppy, Mama bought a set of burgandy jingle bell ruffles that fit on each of my paws and a larger one for my neck. Now, I'm not saying that I don't wear them well. And I have been known to strut a little. But COME ON PEOPLE!!! All day long? Really???

The picture-taking abounds on all these occasions. Then Daddy usually takes pity on me and peels whatever it is that makes me sad off of me and lets me run free. He's the BEST. I understand why Mama insists on dressing me up these two times per year. I mean, I AM a cutie-pie sweetie head. And it gets me TONS of attention wherever we go. But let's just say that on Christmas Day, when Daddy finally frees me from my jingle bell hell, I breathe a sigh of relief.

Another 10 months to go until it starts again! But I KNOW where she keeps the costumes and ruffles...

... And I'm NOT afraid to take action.