Pumpkins!

Well, it's that time of the year again. We all watched The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and had our first taste of Hot chocolate for the fall. We finally got around to carving our pumpkins. (Unlike painting the Easter eggs which are still sitting in my fridge waiting to be painted.) I was a good mommy this time.

Here is what the pumpkins looked like when they were lit:

This is Elijah-The Professor-posing by his pumpkin. You can't tell from the picture, but his pajama's are about 5 inches to short.

Here is Briley-The Princess-pretending to run behind her pumpkin. Pay no attention to her outfit. When we were cutting out the mouth of her pumpkin a tooth accidentally popped out. She said, "Hey, now it kind of looks like me!"


This is Will-The Pirate-squatting behind his pumpkin. Yes, he has a huge hole in his pants. (Which he wants to bring to his Grandma's house because, "Grandma's a better sew-er then you, mom.) I told him to get his shoes on and you can see that he ended up with one croc and one flip flop. Nice.

Finally there is Lucy-The Politician. She was scared to death of the pumpkins and didn't want to go anywhere near them. But this is her pumpkin:
So that's our pumpkin story. Now I get asked ALL DAY LONG when we can light the pumpkins. The joys of motherhood.

Krazy Kid 2-The Princess

Every family that has a little girl has a princess. Our family was blessed with two, but since #2 was the first girl born, she gets the title. (Besides, it's not as fitting for #4. Not that she isn't a princess, it just doesn't work as well. But enough about her-this post is about The Princess.)





The Princess takes on all of the qualities of a second child. She is total opposite from her older brother. She cried ALL THE TIME when she was little and whines all the time now. She has more energy then her whole soccer team together, says her soccer coach. She is taking ballet lessons because a princess has to know how to do ballet for all the balls. The only thing she want to do when she grows up is be a princess. The professor is always quick to point out that you have to be the daughter of a king or queen to be a princess, but that doesn't bother her. She just says, "No you don't and I'm going to be a princess!" (Don't you just love big brothers?)

She is also our most emotional child. Who knew girls were born with mood swings? A few months ago the kids watched the movie, The Prince of Egypt. The Princess came to me crying two different times because she felt bad for the people in the movie and one time she started crying because they finally made it out of Egypt and she was so happy. She's seen the movie several times! What's there to cry about? I am not emotional so I'm not sure where she gets it.


So...that's her. Doesn't she look like a Princess?

Thankful Thursday

Some blogs have Thursdays as Thankful Thursdays, so I thought I might too.

So what am I thankful for right now, or better yet, yesterday?

BEDTIME!

Hubby was walking out the door to go meet a friend, I was holding the crying baby, pumpkin guts were all over the floor, some of the kids were eating supper, one was looking for a lost math book, and one was yelling that she didn't like her milk.

Hot Hubby looked at me and said, "Are you OK? Are you sure this is all right?"
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead." I said.
"Are you really sure? I mean, I could stay home."
"No, really. It's fine. It's almost bedtime!"

So yesterday I was very thankful for bedtime.

One of the main rules in our house are that all kids are in bed by 7:30. It use to be 8, but then we got smart. We also realized that kids don't understand the time change and when the sun is down at 5, for all they know it's 7 or 8. We use it to our advantage.

We're mean parents!

Baby Wonders- spitting up

OK. I'm on kid #5 and you would have thought that I had seen it all, but yesterday the baby spit up on his outfit and it changed the color almost like it had been bleached! The blue turned purple and the light blue turned pink. What's up with that?! No wonder kids have problems. What are they putting in their cereal?

Pumpkin Candles, mice, and hiding odors

A few years ago we moved out into the country. We have several fields around us. Once fall hit we started to notice evidence that we had some mice so we put out some poison to take care of the problem. One day I started to notice a smell coming from somewhere in the kitchen. Hot Hubby wasn't home so I lit a candle. (This was one of the Yanke Pumpkin Spice candles that smell perfect for the fall.) When Hubby got home we couldn't locate were the smell was coming from and I lit the candle the next again because the smell was much worse. This happened for several days until we finally found a dead mouse under the refrigerator.

A few weeks later I lit my favorite candle again to give the house a fall smell. Later that day I smelled another mouse. (I was starting to think that live mice in the house might be a little better then that dead mouse smell.) Same thing happened over and over for several weeks. A few months later I pulled out my pumpkin candle and suddenly I smelled another dead mouse.

LIGHTBULB MOMENT!
It's the candle!



I had used that candle to cover up the smell of the mouse for so many days in a row that I associate that smell with a dead mouse. Now I'm sure it's still a wonderful candle, but I cannot burn it in my house!



The Moral of the story is: Candles are great for covering up all smells except dead mice!

Krazy Kid 1- The Professor

Our oldest kid shall now be called The Professor. He thinks he knows it all and really, he just about does. He is your normal first born who knows that he is always right, no matter what. He's got his Magic Mom's sarcastic sense of humor and Hot Hubby's ability to talk your ear off. Oh, and he has the strongest will of any kid I've every met, which is a good thing, right? This is a picture of his personality:

Right now he is obsessed with being a cowboy. He has got his future all planned out except he isn't sure where he'll find one of the old carts that horses used to pull. See, he doesn't want to be a cowboy from today, but from the late 1800's. He IS going to go out west and roam the prairie. (This is actually a plus from when he was going to be a superhero. He was determined to find a day job that he could just leave if anyone needed help.) Here is the cowboy Professor:

1 Magic Mom, 5 Krazy Kids and a Hot Hubby

OK. I finally started a blog. I read certain blogs everyday. I think about starting a blog all the time. But, I always wonder when I'd find the time to write a blog. I guess now is as good a time as any. So here it goes...

For those that don't know me out there in cyber-world, I call myself Magic Mom. AKA bippity boppity becca. My husband got me a Disney Mickey ears hat last year with Magic Mom on the back. (It is illegal to have "Magic" put on a hat in Disney World, but hot hubby pulled some strings and had it done! OK, illegal might by a strong word, but they said they couldn't do it.)

I'd have to say the name suits me well. My kids think I must be able to do magic to turn myself from the sweet fairy godmother willing to grant their every wish into an evil fire-breathing dragon all in a matter of minutes. (seconds.)







I call my kids Krazy because that's what they are. Once I come up with nifty names for them all I'll introduce you to them. I could call them Krazy Kid 1, Krazy Kid 2, etc, all they way to 5, but that could get old. And yes there are 5 of them. All the way from 8 years to 6 months. Maybe I should be called Krazy Mom instead of magic, but ...I like Magic Mom better.