I like pie

I had to work the day after Thanksgiving. I was slightly disappointed to find that instead of the lunch I had meticulously prepared the night before, I had instead somehow packed 4 pieces of pie. I thought Tyson's outfit reflected my day...a little crazy and discombobulating.

School Pictures

There are many reason's why we love Tyson's daycare.

1. We are able to share a slot with another family so we only have to pay for the part time that we use it.

2. Tyson loves it there.

3. We love the teachers.

4. They take the time to do all kinds of activities that I don't have the resources or know how to execute.

5. They take "school pictures" that totally bring back the bad hair/braces/13+ years of awkward phases from my childhood.

Luckily, my child is much more photogenic than I was growing up (Parents, sisters and orthodontists, you know what I'm talking about).

No free lunches

Start em' young

Halloween is for grown ups too...

I know Halloween is typically all about small children and their endless quest for sugar but our neighborhood decided to have a little fun of our own, No Kids Allowed. We had quite a lot of interesting characters show up for the party.

Like Richard Simmons and a die hard fan.

Or who can forget the 34th Chilean Miner (and you thought there was only 33) and his Raggedy Ann wife.

Cruella DeVille made an appearance.

As well as Mike and Carol Brady! (what this picture does not allow you to appreciate is my fantastic red polyester bell bottom pants and wooden clogs)

It was an absolute blast. (There were even more interesting costumes that were not entirely appropriate to post but trust that they were good) It was a party where everyone had a fantastic time and I may or may not have busted out my running man moves without shoes...on concrete. Injuries aside, this is destined to become an annual event.

Scary da Dragon

I was really wondering what this halloween would bring since Tyson is a little older and perhaps would understand things a little better. The evening started out with the usual wrestling match to get him into his costume. I thought it was going to be a rough night since my sweet boy spent a fair amount of time facing away from the camera pouting (or contemplating the long term effects of more embarrassing photos would have on his future love life) and declaring (loudly) that he would NOT wear his dragon head.

But alas, he met up with a neighborly Thing 2 and was able to vent to someone about the perils of having a mother so totally uncool.

Teaching the little boys how to trick or treat started out tricky. It took a few houses before they realized that simply standing at a door yelling "knock knock" wasn't as effective as physically knocking. By the end of the night he had named his character and was running around telling everyone he was "Scary the Dragon."

I think the candy helped coerce him into loving this holiday as much as I do.