We had a blast last night carving pumpkins. To put Ross in a chipper mood, I turned on Pandora “Hello I Love You (Doors)” Mix – that’s actually our song ♥ and it brought back a lot of memories! It got me feeling pretty good too. George picked out a pumpkin bigger than himself (of course) and Dad agreed to carve it, so we went with it, and even carved a spooky face on it.
We had a little more fun with Julius’ pumpkin because we got to decide the design for him, so we did Lady Liberty! Because #landofthefreehomeofthebrave. We even showed George pictures of the Statue of Liberty and did a brief history lesson because he wasn’t sure what it was. We had way more fun than previous years – George still doesn’t like to get his hands gooey but we hope that will change soon. Julius is all about the goo – but he was absolutely terrified of George’s spooky pumpkin – mommy had to hold him to calm him down because he was not sure what we were up to exactly. Also, the pics are really dark but it was actually dark when we took the photos, so yeah. Happy Halloween from our fam….!
Daddy and Georgie carving his monster pumpkin
Gooey hands and silly faces!
George and Daddy with the masterpiece
Calming down baby Julius (yes, I’m wearing Ross’s boxers because ‘dat baby belly)
Our boys with their pumpkins
Julius finally warmed up to the spooky pumpkin
Spooky pumpkin and Lady Liberty!
Every once in awhile we let George play “Go Go Thomas” on our iphones (it’s a racing game) if we need to distract him to clip his toenails or something. I love how he tries to repeat and understand what we’re saying even if he’s not really sure what we’re talking about:
Ross: “You’re neck-in-neck!”
George:”Yah! There’s gonna be a neck and a neck!”
I hardly ever question anything Ross is doing over at the house, but I did poke a few inquiries his way about his plans for outside. It was pretty innocent questioning because one time I tried to talk to him about when we should lay grass seed and his answer was pretty much “Don’t ask me about GRASS SEED right now.” So I just asked him…”Now that the inside is so nice…have you thought about the outside of the house at all?” And we honestly didn’t discuss it much, outside of the obvious fact that the garage needed a floor, and Ross insisted the front steps needed to be straighter and the front driveway should be redone due to bad cracking.
Of course, being a chick, I pinned a bunch of cool walkways and outdoor patios that I liked on Pinterest, and when we were in bed he would glance over at the iPad and ask if that was the look that I liked. It worked out great, because that is exactly the look we achieved with the walkways at the house and I didn’t even have to stick my nose in it! The driveways are kind of boring to me personally but those are worth a post too. Have a look!
Our new front driveway spans all the way to the back patio so you can park on the side of the house and go in the back door
New garage driveway
Future walking path from the house to the garage
Making the pattern on the concrete walkway with a stencil
Patio by the back door
Rustoleum concrete stain
Backyard walkway completed
The epitome of my relationship with my mother is her trying to make me just like her. Maybe this is what all moms do to their daughters (cringe!). Sons seem to want to be just like their dads, while it seems like daughters usually do the opposite of whatever their mom wants.
She always wanted me to become a librarian, so I’ve always done just about anything I had to do never to become a librarian. Bah. Joke’s on her. One of our recent conversations sticks out and made me laugh today (as it does many days) so I had to share:
My mom: “I can’t believe you wear those ridiculous tennis shoes. Those provide absolutely no support for your feet.”
Me:”Mom, these are Vans, which are unisex, so they have a wider toe box which are typically only found in men’s shoes, and they don’t cramp your toes like women’s shoes. Plus, I can wear my insoles with these.”
My mom:”Oh, I’m so thankful that you wear insoles. They are the absolute best thing for your feet. You don’t even know how happy I am to hear that you wear insoles.”
She’s hilariously bipolar. And has no idea about shoes.