It's Christmas Time!!!

We were having lunch at the Nordstrom Cafe last Friday with my mom. Mid macaroni bite, Blake announces that he needs to use the bathroom. You would think that Nordstrom would try and make my life easier, but no...we have to leave the restaurant and make our way clear across the top floor to the restrooms.

On our way, I spotted a man wearing red denim overalls and a striped collared shirt with dancing reindeer. I told Blake he looked like Santa. The man came straight up to Blake and said, "My my...look how big you have gotten! I can't believe it."

I laughed and said, "Oh...you must be one of Santa's helpers, we call you elves." He looked me in the eyes, looked down at Blake and then pulled out his wallet. He then slides out his North Pole driver's license, and tells us, that he is the REAL Santa.

Blake's eyes got huge, his cheeks got super rosy and his darling little mouth just hung open. When we were walking to the bathroom, Blake said, "Mommy...I hope that every little boy and girl gets to meet the real Santa and be as happy as I am right now."

S.T.O.P. (he is so cute)

Then we make our way back to the table, where Santa is also having lunch! (Who knew he too loves the Tomato Bisque!) Parker is now getting the Santa treatment. Blake loudly tells the darling man, that he wants a trumpet for Christmas. I look up at Santa, he looks down at me. After clearly picking up what I was laying down, he turns to Blake and says, "Oh Blake, no need to make a quick decision. There is still plenty of time to change your mind."

Here's to Santa...(and me triple crossing my fingers that Blake doesn't now decide that he needs a drum set!)

Feel The Love

The other day, on the way home from school, I turned down our "jam time" music and said, "Boys, I love you so much. I am so glad that I am your mommy. You both make me happy."

Blake never looks away from the window. He then says, "I knew you were going to say that. I just wish you would have said something funner. Like, hey...let's go to the park."

Zip Zap'n Good Time

My children are into this whole new concept...of "zapping" me. I have asked them repeatedly what happens when you "zap" someone, and Blake finally told me.

"Mommy, it is just when you freeze, like stop talking and doing all that stuff you always do."

Really?

Who gives toddlers ice cream bars on a field trip to the pumpkin patch?

Pumpkin Pouting

We went to the Pumpkin Patch 5 times in the month of October. Yes, 5 times.

I would like to curl up and live in the corner of the patch. Wake up in the mornings surrounded by ghost pumpkins, bath in apple cider and sleep on a bale of hay.

You think I am joking...

On our 4th trip, we took Dave with us. Blake and Parker had each already picked out 2 pumpkins from our previous ventures, so Daddy got to pick this one out. Blake had his heart set upon this very large pumpkin, and was devastated that:

1. Dave didn't want that one

and

2. Someone else might buy it.

Please enjoy the progression of drama that ensued.

Peekisms

Parker is so darling, and has the manners of an old English woman...

If we tell him he did a good job putting away his shoes, or that we like what he did with his painting...or he used the potty, he always responds, "Welcome Mommy, welcome."

And the verdict is...

I broke down and bought Old Navy costumes...sigh.

Blake told Parker that no one was going to give him any treats when they saw that he had a banana in his pocket.

(and it is always fun to trick or treat at your good friend's vacant home, because they just moved to Chicago...we were trying to make them feel guilty. They have yet to text us back...)

Beep Beep

If we can't sit in traffic outside, why wouldn't we recreate it inside?