Saturday, November 2, 2013

Halloween 2013

I know I have a few family events I need to catch up on. Namely, the cruise, Eden's trip to New York, first day of school - I'm stopping this list. It's stressing me out. So, if Halloween is all that gets reported on each year, it's better than nothing, right?

Anticipation was in the air for one young member of our family. Once  while being dragged along on a clothes shopping expedition, he looked at a rack of clothes and said, "I don't get it. How can girls think this is fun? The only day clothes even matter is Halloween." He had his costume ready to roll months ago.



The older girls are going through that transition stage of Halloween. They still want candy, but now parties take priority over canvasing the neighborhood for full-size candy bars. 

Eden got to dress up for school. For some reason, they let the high schooler's wear costumes, but the younger kids aren't allowed to (weird, I know). So, Eden was excited to look done up and glamorous. 



Her plans for the evening included a football game. Her school was playing their rival high school this week. The Freshman team plays Thursday nights, and the Varsity team plays Friday nights. The Varsity game is called The Mound Showdown. They even sell merchandise around this game each year. It's kind of ridiculous. 

Anyway, her "friend" John plays on the Freshman football team, so she wanted to go see his game and then met up with him and a few other friends to hang out. She still wanted to figure out a way to go trick-or-treating, so she said she and her friends would take Davis. 

Since the game didn't end until 7:30, she was going to take Davis to the game, change into costumes when the game was over, and then walk home and trick or treat along the way. Davis didn't mind going to the game because the girl of his dreams (remember Audria?) has a sister who is a freshman cheerleader and she goes to all the games.

Long story short, the game went long, and around 7:45, Davis started having a full on panic attack that he was going to miss trick or treating. Eden kept telling him that they were still going and that there wasn't a time limit. He wasn't buying it and the tears started gushing. In the middle of his melt down he told (yelled at) Eden that she was making this Halloween "ALL TRICKS AND NO TREATS!!"

She texted me to come pick them up and in the car on the way back, Eden told Davis she would still take him trick or treating. He said back to her, "No offense Eden, but you haven't done a very good job of Halloween this year, I want mom to take me." 

Of course, I did. I was glad, too, because he needed a little help with navigating his interactions. More specifically, he needed someone to apologize for him at most of the houses. Highlights included him telling someone that it was "okay" they gave him a pencil because he actually needed one. Asking someone why they took so long to answer the door. And, my personal favorite, telling someone they shouldn't let their dogs come with them to the door because some trick or treaters (like him) are allergic to shedding mammals. Most people were not amused.

Abby attended her first boy/girl Halloween party at her friend Laura's house. She dressed up as a nerd, but didn't want to look too nerdy. Eden had a little too much fun with the "I thought you were going to dress up" jokes about Abby being a nerd. She looked cute, though.



Katie went as an 80's Valley Girl. I taught her all the lingo and instead of saying "trick or treat," she smacked her gum and said "gag me with a spoon." She ran around the neighborhood with her friend Clare. 






After I put on Katie's make-up, Davis walked in and said, "Whoa, Katie, you look really good." Katie said, "Are you saying I don't normally look good?" "No, no," Davis said, "It's just that this is . . . WOW." after a short pause he added, "I don't have a crush on you or anything."

By the end of the night, their bags were full of candy and our Baggs were full of candy. It was 11:00 p.m. by the time everyone got home and settled and in bed. We let Eden off the hook for seminary tomorrow, and for some reason, tomorrow is PICTURE DAY! for Katie and Davis. Who does that?

Monday, September 2, 2013

Our Young Prince is in L-O-V-E!

OH, my sweet, sweet boy is in love! Of course with me...but also with a little girl from school. He has been talking about an Audria for quite some time. Apparently, she's the only girl who likes to play Transformers with the boys at recess, which we discovered is explained by a case of mutual admiration.

The evening of the first day of school, the high school hosted a "Meet the Jags Night" at the stadium. Since Eden is now officially a Jag, we decided to finally give in to the long standing Texas tradition of meeting the football team at the beginning of the season. It was quite a spectacle - drill team, cheerleaders, marching band, choirs, etc. We learned the FMHS fight song and a few cheers. Kyle and I needed some practice, so we sang and cheered REALLY loudly. If you think we got louder every time Eden and Abby cringed and scooted further away from us, you would be correct.

Amidst the cheering, cringing and scooting, a beautiful, young (about 8), curly haired maiden ascended the stadium stairs. The young prince sitting next to me sat up straighter and brightened at the sight of the young maiden heading in his direction.

"Audria!" said the young prince with an enthusiastic wave of his hand. "I'd like to introduce you to my family!" He did.

The young maiden smiled and said hello. Then, upon seeing there were no empty seats on our viewing perch, she gracefully slid onto an empty bench behind us. The royal adviser (me) turned to the young prince and suggested he join the fair maiden behind us on her bench. He did.

Deep, meaningful conversation followed. A discussion of favorite animals, an explanation of what an astrophysicist does, and a relationship solidifying sharing of secrets. The price revealed: he still wets the bed, and the young maiden revealed: she still sleeps with her parents. (Upon hearing this, the royal adviser strongly advised the young and inexperienced prince to maybe, in the future, keep HIS little secret nugget to himself.)





Now that the "favorites" had been exchanged and secrets had been shared, the next logical step was for the young prince to meet his future in-laws and perhaps make a plea for the young maiden's hand. They journeyed together the three rows down and one row over to meet her parents. Our cunning prince decided that a detailed demonstration and explanation of how the moon was formed would hint at his desires without being too forward.

Next was the ever-popular display of prowess. Our prince led the fair maiden to the bottom of the stadium stairs and challenged the ferocious Jaguar (school mascot) to a duel. Upon seeing the beast close-up, he hoped a spirited high-five would be as impressive as a bloody duel. It was. After sitting back down, the flaxen haired maiden offered her hand to her brave prince. He proudly held it.

Heading back up the steps, the entire stadium heard the elated prince declare with gusto that he "belonged to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints!" Surely a pre-emptive strike against any future difference of religion discussions.

As the stadium show drew to a close and the crowd dispersed, it was time to say goodbye. Parting was sweet sorrow...but also a hug. A later recounting of the moment went something like this: "Mom, um, she hugged me! I played it cool on the outside, but my insides were GLOWING! I feel like there are bugs crawling everywhere inside my tummy."

As we walked to the car, our starry eyed prince said, "Well, God just told me that she is the one! Tomorrow at recess, we are playing family. I'm being the dad platypus and she's being the mom turtle."

As the evening progressed, lovestruck became diarrhea-of-the-mouth-struck and the comments were as follows (in no particular order):

"Can we have Audria over for a playdate? Maybe we can take her to the science museum with us. She would love that. I would love that. I'd want to wear my very best clothes for our mini-date. Not a tuxedo or anything, just clothes maybe one step down from church clothes. And deodorant. One thing girls don't like is stinky pits."

"I'm going to buy her a treat when we go to Target." At Target I saw he only had one box of candy. I asked him if he was going to get something for her. He replied, "Yes, I'm sharing my treat with her. Sharing means more and if I count them out and it comes out uneven, I'll give her the extra."

I know how much he talks when he gets excited, so I was going to tell him to make sure to ask her questions about herself and maybe compliment her when he sees her. Leading up to that, I asked him, "Do you know what girl's really like?" He said, "Yes, I do." I said, "Oh, you do?" and he said, "Yes, a strong and sensitive man."

Later that night, I was brushing my teeth while he was in the shower. He said, "Mom, I know I'm only 8 years old, but I LOVE her. Maybe we could be junior boyfriend and girlfriend. You know, be together but save the kissing stuff for when we're older."

The shower was followed by a count out of the candy (he gave her more than he kept for himself), and a note that read "Audria, I like you! Do you like me? Check the box yes or no." He was going to catch her at recess, tell her to meet him after school and then give her the candy and note. The next morning, he said that having slept on it, he thinks that maybe he should slow things down a bit. He took the candy, but left the note at home. When he couldn't find her at school, he ate the candy.

Looks like happily ever after can wait a few years. Thank goodness!



Sunday, April 14, 2013

Recent Pictures and Teeny Update

Kyle posted these recent pictures on Facebook, but I thought I'd throw them up here, too.





Davis wasn't seeing the point in a personal picture, and Kyle didn't push it.

Not much exciting to report on.

Eden started tutoring at Sylvan and LOVES it.

Abby has made a name for herself in being the most sought after babysitter in the ward (she got Kyle's baby-whispering gene).

Katie is choreographing her own dance solo to perform in the school talent show. Originally, she was doing a duet with her friend (also named Katie) but her friend backed out at the last minute. I love that Katie has no problem getting up and doing a solo. She's not even nervous. Abby said wild horses couldn't drag her onto a school stage to perform by herself. She thinks Katie is crazy. I think the feelings are mutual.

Finally, Davis is still cracking us up. Our water heater broke and needed replacing. Davis heard Kyle on the phone with the plumber and said, "You called a plumber dad? I'm so excited! I've always wanted to see a plumber plumb!"