We had one busy weekend. That seems to be the case lately when we stay home.
Friday was the annual "decorate Halloween cookies" night. A.K.A eat frosting off the knife night.
Truman on the other hand loves the decorating. Too much in fact, in his opinion you can never have too many sprinkles.
Thankfully they have to eat all of the ones they decorate.
Early Saturday morning Dillon and Truman had flag football games. I don't really know how to play football, and am not a real big fan.
Truman is the little one in shorts, the only one in shorts. Yes we own pants, but the boy doesn't listen to his mother. He spent the whole game playing on the playground equipment and wandering around the field. He has absolutely no idea what is going on. I am with him on that one.
Dillon on the other hand takes the game very seriously. He got on a team, we still don't know how, with a bunch of kids that have been playing together for like 3 years. They are really good, and this is poor Dillon's first year.
Dillon has tried really hard, and I am really proud of him. He has improved a ton. They played him almost the whole game. This was not always the case, at the beginning he sat out most of the game.
It has been really good for him, and her really likes it. Next year he says, "they have pads".
It was cold, and Beckett was not a happy boy.
Elleree was whinny too. I know, I know not my kids right (wink, wink). Yeah my kids! This is my conversation with her. If you are cold sit with the blanket=me. I don't want to sit in the stroller=Elleree. Fine then be cold I don't care=me. Don't argue with me mom=Elleree. Someone likes to parrot everything I say.
Later that afternoon the sun came out and it was a really nice day. The kids decided rake up the leaves. Why? I don't know if you will look at the tree, it is not even close to being done.
They would play in them.
Then rake them back up.
Then play in them again.
Sunday we carved the pumpkins. As usual I cleaned them out.
Jason helped carve.
He is the master.
Truman was trying to do some cutting on his own this year.
Dillon still has not worked out all the kinks.
There was this really cute picture on Pintrest with a baby in a pumpkin like this. Apparently that baby liked it way better than Beckett did.
He calmed down a bit when we tried to bribe him with a sucker, but he still would not smile. Ahh I love torturing my kids.
Here is the Truman with his "angry birds" pumpkin.
Here is Elleree with her ghost pumpkin.
Dillon with his Devil pumpkin. He is at that age where Halloween is all about the blood, guts, and evil things. Niiicccee.
The ghost lit up. Not bad.
Sorry this picture didn't rotate, and I don't know how to make it. Where is my sister when I need her. You might ask if Dillon did this. No would be the answer. He actually only did the horns and eyes. His m.o. is to find the most detailed (hardest) picture. Try doing it, complain about how hard it is, then get Jason and I to finish it. You would think we would have caught on by now, but noooo.
The angry bird lit up.
This is my front porch all festive looking. All these pumpkins came from Jason's garden, except Truman's. He picked his out on a field trip. I love Halloween! Tomorrow is my Halloween party, wish me luck.
