Not my shining mommy moment...

Here's the story...

I was getting out the mixer on Monday to make cookies with Jane for her birthday.  Inside the bowl, was a ziploc bag of powdered sugar (for another project).  I knew it was there.  I was going to remove it once the mixer was on the counter.  Somehow, while carrying it over, I must have bumped the switch.  So when I plugged in the mixer...yep...you can imagine the white cloud that engulfed me and a good 25% of the kitchen.  After I turned it off, and got over the initial shock, I began cleaning up.  I apologized to Jane for making such a mess and delaying our project.  She replied, "That's okay, Mom!  Do you need my help?  Anytime you need my help you just say, 'Gob dammit' and I'll come help you right away."

Ooopies.

Pre-Halloween

In our town, there is NO lack of Harvest/Halloween events and activities.  The only one we've missed this weekend is the UP Fire Dept. one (sorry Uncle Kirk!).  But between a soccer game in Browns Point and a trip to the doctor (Sam is covered in hives - Jane said, "Sam, I'm so sorry about your bee-hives"), we're doing pretty well.  Last night was our school's Fall Festival, which was SO much fun.  There were carnival games, a cake walk, a mad scientist center (think haunted hallway), trunk-or-treat, pizza and more.  Our PTA really banded together to put on a great event, and we had over 20 kids from Curtis Jr. and Sr. High which was a HUGE help.

This afternoon, we hit our church's Harvest Fest.  There were similar games, stations for tattoos, nail painting, face painting, ice cream cones and not one, but TWO bounce houses!!  Thank you UPPC staff for putting on another wonderful event.

Here are some pics of the kids in their costumes. 

Charlotte the Evil Wizard

Jane, the damn cute Rock Star

Skeleton Sam

I got a Tootsie Roll, whatchu got?

Yum.  Ice cream.

Okay, so this one's not ours, but he's DANG cute, right?  This is Benjamin, son of our friends Aaron & Jenny Stewart.

More Kiehl-isms

We were eating dinner tonight, and Jane was telling Sam we don't say "bottom" at the dinner table.  "That's potty-talk," and she pointed to the bathroom.

Later I said, "Sam, you stinker."  He chastised me saying, "We not say 'stinker'.  That's toilet paper!!"

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Last night, while Jane was in the shower, she clarified which shampoo she should use.  Then I told her, "Just a little - about the size of a nickle."

"A nipple?" she asked, horrified.

"No, a nickle!!!" I said, laughing. 

"What's a nickle?"  She asked.

I should have just left it at 'nipple'.  :)