Home is where your heart is

Home is where your heart is

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Cuddle time


Sometimes Glen is so busy he doesn't want to cuddle, other times he is so cuddly. Glen especially likes to cuddle up with his Daddy. Dad come home form work and Glen thinks there is nothing as important as daddy, eating, playing, everything else takes a back seat for a while. (At least until he remembers he is hungry.) Today Glen was laying on the floor happy as can be, until John walked by him without picking him up and then he started crying. He just couldn't believe daddy would walk right by and not pick him up. As soon as John picked him up he was happy again. He sure does love his daddy.

Halloween

(Not a video.)
My camera broke and only the video part works.
Bare with me until I can figure out how to fix it.

Every month John and I have an activity with our primary class. This year we had a Halloween party. I tried out a recipe LaChelle gave me called Kitty litter cake. (Leave it to LaChelle to find a cake like this.) The kids loved it, but it was even more fun to see the adults who could not get over the look. One mom said she would have to eat it with her eyes closed, another parent said it really looked like kitty litter and I had better not bring it any closer. The kids were braver then the parents and most of them tried the cake. I had a lot of fun making it and can't wait to try it again.

(Also not a video)

John and I dressed Glen up this year. I did not know if I was going to get Glen a costume or not, but when John and I were in the store I saw a costume that was so cute it made me squeal (literally) so John agreed we could buy it. I think Glen is so adorable in this little costume (I always think he is totally adorable though.) I grin from ear to ear thinking how he looked when he bounced in the costume, it would make the little tail wiggle back and forth. (more squeals)



(Video, really) (I Promise)
Because Glen cannot have candy yet, or anything for hat matter I let him play with the candy. It was great, he kept sticking it in his mouth and making a face that said gross, then he would do it again. I tried so hard to get him to smile, but he was to intent on figuring out what this new toy was. At least he was talking, "It makes sound, it's edible, and mom just gave it to me...so what is it?"

Nerd alert!


Can I just tell you what a nerd I am becoming? Being married to a geek will do that to you. You know your a nerd when you write your husband notes in binary, and understand them.
To make things worse I was thinking a minute ago that phones are amazing. With little more then a few seconds of delay everything I say is converted into binary, transferred over the "line," and then reconverted to my voice and words so you can hear and understand me. You would think I may feel smart, no, I feel...like a nerd, NOOOooooo...

I'm a bibliophite, I'm a bibliophite, I'm a bibliophite...