MEOW!

Today was Ellie's preschool Halloween party. She (and her sister) begged to be cats this year for all of the festivities. And here we have the result:

Isn't she cute? She had such a blast playing all sorts of games at the party. At the end of the fun and games her teacher gathered them all together for story time. I was able to catch photographic evidence that Ellie does, in fact, have moments of focus. Trust me when I tell you that this face of rapt attention:

is never directed at me.

My Boy

Normally I don't post pictures that include me. I'm much more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. But what's a mom to do when she has such a cute little boy? Holly C. took our family pictures (big thanks, Hol) and she caught this near-candid moment with Curtis and I. From this picture you wouldn't suspect him capable of the numerous (and often successful) attempts at escaping confinement during our photo shoot. Trust me, I was nowhere near this calm...or smiling...during the ordeal. Luckily, we managed to catch a few great shots (which I really am working on posting).

What a cute kid.

Note To Self

Don't let Curtis have pens.

Crazy Hair Day

As part of Lindy's school's Say-No-To-Drugs week, they had a "Crazy Hair Day". After much deliberation Lindy and I came up with this awesome idea:

It looked great. And she loved it. Unfortunately a snowstorm blew in during recess and all but demolished her crazy hair. When we picked her up from school she had a perfectly normal ponytail. Bummer.

First Snow

You would think my Canadian upbringing would endear me a little more to the snow. It did not. As I remarked to someone earlier today, "Why do you think I moved south?...I just didn't move far enough south!"

So here we are. Snow in October. Disgusting.

Other members of my family apparently see things differently. Little Lindy eagerly dressed herself for snowman-building with dad. And, if I'm not mistaken, that's a HUGE smile on that face.

While I snuck out to snap a few photos of Frosty, Curtis managed to venture out (in sock feet) to satisfy his curiosity about all the white stuff on the ground.

Boy, is he going to love the winter time. I just hope he enjoys it from inside. Or at least in boots.