The First of Many...

This was a busy weekend of firsts. For Blake, it was his first outside sales experience. As a Tiger Cub, it was his troop's turn to sell the Cub Scout tins of popcorn (which, by the way, are delicious if you have never tried them). Blake was very excited about this new responsibility and even set up a practice run at home.

Unfortunately, it wasn't authentic enough as he quickly developed a death grip on Brian and was talking in a whisper while looking at the ground. We've all been there...it's terrifying. It took some added encouragement from Dad, a first sale to Mom and some sibling competition from Garrett who had NO problem stopping people in their tracks (what can I say, it was a family effort) to get him to relax, but he eventually came around and may have even enjoyed it by the time he left.

This was a big weekend for the babies too. Unfortunately, the twins are at that age at the playground where they each need a set of hands close by to keep them from eating bark, getting kicked by the kids on the swings and not hitting their heads repeatedly on those pesky play structure poles. And when it's just me and them, well...we don't go to the park much. Or ever, really. So I enlisted the help of Grandpa this weekend and the babies got to run wild and explore the park...from the ground! They got to swing (which took some getting used to), slide (which they immediately loved) and run into plenty of play structure poles while taking it all in.

The only problem? Getting them to leave. Now I remember why I haven't had more adventures at the park with them because, really, how you get TWO screaming and kicking toddlers into their car seats- or to the car, for that matter- at the same time? You don't...so we probably won't be seeing you at the park anytime soon. Maybe next year?

Tis the Season

I love this time of year. There is just something about the crispness in the air, the clarity in these sunny days, the crunching leaves as you walk at just a slightly slower pace than usual. And the warmth of winter fires and hot coffee drinks is just around the corner. Fall is by far my favorite season and I'm relishing every second that I can.

This weekend we made our way to Bates Nut Farm (finally...after 15 years of living in San Diego!). The kids were just the right ages for getting lost (and finding the way) in the maze, going for a tractor-pulled hay ride and finding the perfect pumpkin, of course.

Blake and Garrett navigating the hay maze.

Garrett going for a pony ride.

Blake climbing to new heights.

A typical family photo (count us, we're all there).

Chase & Ella on the farm (they had more fun then they appear to be having in the picture).

It was a perfect way to spend a fall day, topped off with pumpkin carving.


Chase even helped.

Okay, so Brian did most of the "carving", but the boys were the design team.

Happy Halloween!

Hair and There

There was no way Blake was going to do it. I already knew that, so there was no point in trying. Garrett, on the other hand, is the "funny one" and at least seems open-minded about things that are wacky or out of the ordinary. This was Red Ribbon Week at the boys' school (or "say no to drugs" week) and the theme today was crazy hair. But then I remembered...Garrett is a little self-conscious about his hair (think LOTS of thick, very straight hair with numerous cowlicks). He's even tried taking showers in the morning in an effort to make his hair "flat". But I tried anyway to get him excited about making his hair crazy just for one day and reminded him that lots of his friends would have funny hair too. He surprisingly agreed and announced he wanted "spiky green hair".

So, just before leaving the house this morning we spiked his hair with gel and sprayed on some color. Before long he was overwhelmed by the fumes (note to self: best to spray OUTSIDE) and after taking one look said, "I don't like it! I want to wash it off!" Great. No time to wash it off and now he's going to school even more insecure than before. NOW I feel like a bad mom. What could I do but promise him that other kids would have crazy hair too (hopefully) and that he could shower first thing when he gets home. Here's my not-so-excited-crazy-haired Garrett.

I wasn't sure what to expect at pick-up time (tears or smiles...) and I was relieved to see that Garrett was neither scarred nor traumatized by his crazy hair, and that, in fact, in the end he was happy with being one of those wacky kids with spiky colored hair. Not only did he decide not to shower immediately when he got home, he wanted to wear his crazy hair to karate (even the green sweat didn't bother him...). And so, I think we will have many more years of crazy hair ahead of us...hopefully in the form of school/parent encouraged- and not rebellion- with TEMPORARY color.

I See Ghosts

The babies are ready for Halloween. They even picked out their own costume. Can you guess what it is?

Having twins is a form of entertainment in and of itself. And like most babies, they are much more fascinated by the "non-toy" things in their playroom than by the actual toys (despite having a playpen FULL of toys). The towel is one of their favorites, due in part to its versatility I'm sure. It can be a costume, a cape, a game of peek-a-boo, a tent, a blanket, a tug-of-war rope, a pillow, or a fan (with a little help). My personal favorite is the "tent" where we all sit down and huddle underneath it...then laugh hysterically as if no one knows we're there. Occasionally I catch the babies doing this together on their own but they are always too quick for the camera.

Due to the small safety issue of not being able to see, I don't think the babies will actually dress as ghosts this year (although I think they think half the fun is bumping into things). I am looking forward to introducing them to their first trick-or-treating experience, but somehow I think they will be much more excited about walking around freely (sans the stroller) than getting candy...at least until they've tried the candy, then all bets are off.

How Sweet It Is

We won't be making jam, shortcake or smoothies from it, but it's a start. Blake grew his first strawberry. ALL by himself. Since I have pretty much a black thumb and no time to nurture anything living except my family, I do not spend much time gardening. Brian loves it and from time to time will grow various vegetables, but he doesn't really have time for the daily care required for a successful harvest. Then there's Blake. He loves the outdoors, nature and planting just about anything. He even begs me for the seeds every time I cut up an apple (I am expecting an orchard to pop up any day).

It was an easy sell for Brian to buy Blake the strawberry plant that he wanted so badly on a recent trip to Home Depot. But THIS time the responsibility lay squarely on the shoulders of Blake. He picked the spot (in the middle of the yard, of course), dug the hole and gave it a home. We've done this before...and it usually ends the same way. But Blake really likes strawberries and really wanted to grow them, so I guess he was extra motivated. Everyday after school Blake runs in, throws his backpack down and immediately grabs a cup from the cabinet to fill with water to feed to his plant. And it's paid off. In the form of not one, but two little red strawberries (did I mention they are little?). But, man, is he excited and proud. He was nurturing and patient and now gets to enjoy the "fruits of his labor".

The plant.

The strawberry.

The gardener.

So what did he want to do with the aforementioned strawberry (the second one is not "ready" yet)? He wanted to feed it to the babies. A good gardener and a great big brother! And that makes me proud! Congratulations, Blake!

Bed Head?

Or perfectly styled fauxhawk?

It's "Crazy Hair Day" again at our house. Yes, the crazy kid with the crazy hair is due for his FOURTH haircut (he definitely got the "Wilcox" hair gene)...while little Ella's fine baby hair has barely surpassed Chase's in length (without any haircuts). I guess the bright side is that Ella has less hair for Chase to pull...and Chase will never have to join the Hair Club for Men.