Thanksgiving

We spent Thanksgiving at Nana and Papa's house this year. Jan made a fabulous Thanksgiving feast. The kids had a blast terrorizing Shasta, running laps around the house, exploring in the huge back yard, and checking out all of Papa's garage treasures and trophies. I got a chance to do some relaxing and reading, and Jay, of course, talked cars and sports with John.

A Girl and Her Shoes

Emma LOVES shoes. She loves to wear them; she admires them at stores; she points out other peoples shoes and comments on their color, design, and prettiness; she puts hers on first thing in the morning and leaves them on until bedtime. She truly is a shoe girl, so it comes as no surprise to us when she pulls out our shoes and parades around the house in them, but it always cracks me up to see her tiny feet in Jay's size 14's.

Good mommy strategy...

This morning, while I was driving to school, just minding my own business, Cody blurted out a very serious question. The conversation went something like this...

C- Mom, remember when Emma was in your tummy? Well, how did she get out?
Me - Uh. Um. Uh. Um. Cody why don't you count to 100 while I think about that. (I thought this was a pretty clever diversion which would cause him to forget his question for at least a little while.)
But alas...
C- (after counting to 100) So Mommy, did you have a chance to think?
Me - Um, what was your question again?
C- How did Emma get out of your tummy when she was a baby?
Me - Oh, right. Well, um, the doctor got her out of course.
C- Oh, OK!

Thank goodness he's five and was totally accepting of my answer. I know someday I'm going to have to tell him the truth, or at least something closer to it, but I'm totally unprepared for that conversation. As a matter of fact, I think I'm too immature to handle it. I may have to send him Daddy's way when the subject comes up again. (hee,hee)

The Saddest Halloween Ever...

Last night was Halloween - every child's favorite night, and the Rowan children did not get to participate in the festivities. As we were getting ready to go trick-or-treating with friends, Cody began to complain that his stomach hurt. About 5 minutes later, the throwing up began, and then continued every half hour all night long. At one point, during a calm moment, Jay asked Cody if he wanted to get his costume on and go trick-or-treat next door. His response was so sad, I almost couldn't bear it...(with tears in his eyes) "I don't think I can make it Daddy." This morning Cody woke up and the reality of what had occurred hit him full on. The first thing he said to me was, "Can I go trick-or-treating today?," followed by, "Did I really miss Halloween?" Poor little boy.

Emma however, never misses an opportunity to dress up, so though she didn't get to go trick-or-treating she donned several outfits for the occasion.

testing out brother's cape

sporting the ghost shirt

Anyone wanna jitterbug?