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We have graduated to the next phase of the Halloween experience . . . serious trick-or-treating. The kids ran from house to house for 2.5 hours. Lucy got in on the action for about the first hour. She spent the next hour and a half being pushed in her stroller eating most of what she had gathered. The best part of the night was having Justin join us for the last hour - after his team lost wah, wah . . . yay! Obviously, I'm a bad coach's wife.

Word to Your Mutha

Justin and I tied for 3rd place at the 1st annual So You Think Can Dance party. We hip hopped our way through Chris Brown's "Gimme That." We pretty much rocked the crowd's faces off.

The stomp that ensued was awesome. Sadly, I am stiff this morning.

Birthday Girl

Lucy is 2! The boys were so excited for her birthday we opened presents right after breakfast. They gave her a make-up kit with chapstick and glitter eye shadow. She loves it! The "get yourself all done up" gene must have skipped a generation.

Her big present was a 3 story doll house. It is very pink. When she could work her way in, fighting her brothers for space, she loved it. By mid afternoon it was turned into a space station with R2D2 and R4 trying to keep General Grievous and his troops at bay. Whatever. Lucy makes light saber sounds and loves to play soccer so the boys can play with doll houses and wear her lip gloss.

Happy birthday Princess Lulu.

Futbol

The boys soccer seasons are winding down. Can I say, without being a bad mom, that I really enjoy not coaching. To just watch and cheer has been a little slice of heaven.



The White Tigers and Green Rockets have made us proud. Both teams are awesome and I don't mean that in a supportive, all kids are great kind of way. They dominate. Some how they both were placed on teams with lots of kids that are aggressive and love to play. So they score a lot and win by a lot. And needless to say, for anyone who knows us, we like it that way. Just kidding . . . sort of.

Little Man on Campus

Charlie told me all morning that he was sick and would not be able to go to school. Then in the next breath, he would say he wanted to be picked up for school just like Elliot. We took a scooter ride around the block to get his wiggles and jitters out. And then he was off to his last, first day of preschool. Charlie is so funny and smart. I'm excited to watch him learn and grow. Hopefully, they can teach him to write his name! He does not want to learn that from me apparently.Lucy has a play date with Aubree while Charlie is gone. And I'm going to wash all the bedding. Doesn't that sound fun!

Big Man on Campus

The big day is finally here. Elliot is a 1st grader. As he was eating breakfast, which was mostly pushing his cereal around because he was too excited, he said to me, "So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow night?" In his mind being at school all day, literally means being at school all day. I already miss him. How can my little boy be in 1st grade, when I remember 1st grade? Mrs. Pearson's scowl is still etched in my brain. Elliot did allow me to walk him to class. I think only because he didn't know where his room was. However, once we got to the door he waved us off and went inside. No hugs, no kisses, no tears . . . at least not from him.

Mom, watch!

Lucy is at such a fun age. She is saying more and more every day. Her favorite word of the moment, besides no, is watch. All day long I hear, "Mom, watch" followed by a somersault, throwing a ball, putting on clothes, jumping and anything else she thinks is awesome. It's pretty cute and is helping to take the edge off of entering the terrible twos.

Sorry, there's no sound! The point of this post was to hear Lucy say, "Mom, watch." But her mom is not that smart with the new technology.