So what if it's almost Christmas?

Ok, so they are selling Christmas trees accross the street and I don't have Halloween pictures up yet.  I'm not sure if I should continue the blog, now that everyone is on Facebook, or not?  Thoughts?  Anyway, here is our Firefighter at Halloween:

He had a great time trick or treating with Lili next door.  This was the first year the kids made it up all the way through Trick or Treating and had a blast playing out in the driveway.  It was a bit cold, but they didn't seem to mind.

Robert is very, very chatty these days and is starting to understand grammar.  He corrects himself sometimes and is mostly saying "you and I" instead of "you and me"-- very cute.  We had a rough transition to the Preschool Room at school, but he seems to be settling in and they are doing lots of pre-reading work.  He knows all his letters and is starting to associate the sounds that some of them make with the letters.  

Friday we take him to see Santa-- maybe I'll get some pictures up from that before Valentine's Day.

Why you little...

Last night, Robert related this little gem:

"When Daddy puts me to bed, he sings LOUD songs and then I laugh.  When Mama puts me to bed she sing quiet songs, and then I laugh at her."

He's a charmer, that one.

In which Mama turns 35 and take some pictures

Robert and I were goofing around Wednesday and took some pictures.  I should hold onto them and post again later on this week, but, let's be honest, I won't get around to it, so here we go:

Visit!

So this last weekend my cousins Catherine and Rachel, with Rachel's two boys in tow, stopped by the Farm on their way to Indiana.  Robert had a great time playing with Ellis, and loved having a "big boy" to play with.  They especially had fun on our ghetto version of a waterslide, which involves duct taping a running garden hose to the top of the Little Tikes slide that is set in the baby pool.  Classy.  But, apparently, fun.

Not that it was all fun and games.  We made sure to get some work out of the boys.  Here they are helping Rob put away the hoops from the raspberries...

Finally, it was interesting to watch Robert interact with baby Maddox, who is 6 months old.  He was very good with Maddox, and didn't even mind when Mama held the baby... too much.

He's kissing Maddox, not biting him.  I promise.

Daddy Who?

So Robert has this giant rubber duck (that used to be MY rubber duck, BTW) that is the Mama duck of the approximatley 523 rubber ducks that live at our house.  Incidentally, there is no apparent Daddy duck (which will come later in this story), but somehow this unwed mother duck continues to reproduce with apparently different Daddy ducks from such places as "Jamaica," "Nashville," and "Firefighter."  Anyway, (and I am hoping for some kind of personal responsibility program for wayward Mama ducks from the Party of No any day now before there is no where left to sit in this house) Robert informed me tonight as we were getting ready for bed (well, Robert was getting ready for bed... actually, I was getting Robert ready for bed... with 4 jobs and only 2 days of daycare a week, Mondays aren't a day I get to go to bed, but back to the story) that Mama Duck had a baby.



Robert:  Mama Duck has a baby.
Me (trying to sound remotely interested): Does she?
Robert: Yes.  He's two-and-a half.
Me:  Really?  What's his name?
Robert: His name is.... Kyle. (Delightedly pleased-at-himself-for-being-so-subtle look on his face.)
Me:  Is that so?  What's his Mama's name?
Robert: Wizbet Felder.
Me: And what's his Daddy's name?
Robert: Tuba.

Beach!

More pics to come soon, but I forgot my camera's cord, so these are some pics from Mom's camera.

It's on like Donkey Kong

Tomorrow morning Robert and I head off to the beach with Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Carol (in one Buick--pray for us).  Rob, Spot, and Tucker will follow along on Saturday.  So expect a plethera of posts (of course, everyone who reads them will be at the beach with us) this week.  With cute, sandy pic goodness.  I can't wait!