Oh, Where is my toothbrush?

Most people know that I when I grew up we always had young kids in the home. Which meant there were always moments of distress due to lost items. Let me give you and example. Every Sunday. I really mean every Sunday morning for about three years involved a frantic search for my little sisters church shoes. Somehow they got lost every week. They would be under the coach, in the bookcase, or at the very bottom of the toy box. My parents would yell at all of us older kids to look harder and quicker until each shoe was found. I remember thinking as a child, "When I am older I will make sure my children do not do this. How hard can it be to make sure your toddler does not misplace things."

Welp, it has started happening in our house. Every. I really mean every night around bedtime we cannot find Benjamin's toothbrush. We look everywhere. At times I have to get Jonathan to help me look for one of his three toothbrushes we have floating around the house. Yesterday as we were looking through toy boxes and under the coach Jonathan said something that took me back to my childhood. With frustration he yelled, "Diana, how hard can it be to make sure he doesn't misplace his toothbrush." I got a little frustrated at him for about two seconds before I laughed at myself and thought about every Sunday morning looking for Daisy's shoes. I was so mad at my parents. Haha...I guess we end up doing things just like our parents after all. Even the silly things.

The next morning Benjamin was really upset one of his favorite toys would not work right. I came over to help. What was blocking the balls from going through the pipe? A toothbrush.

P.S. - For those that are tempted, please don't tell me ways to keep track of his toothbrush. I know what the problem is. If you look away for even 3 seconds when he is brushing he takes and hides it. He really likes to brush his teeth and likes to stick his toothbrush in small weird, special places.

Halloween 2010

I knew for weeks that we had a party at church the night of Halloween. In fact, I was signed up to help with games and food. I knew we needed costumes. So I am not sure what happened. It was hours before the party and I am rummaging through the closet for costumes. This is what we ended up with....

I was something that glows. I am not sure really. The theme was "Glow in the Dark" as sons of God. I had about 10 glow sticks around my neck and wore all of the brightest things I could find. Thankfully, Jonathan had some painfully bright hunting items. I piled it on despite the fact that neon orange is not my "color." Believe it or not the kids loved it. The necklace was hit. I was mobbed after the games as I attempted to give out the glow sticks. Basically, with kids you can make anything fun.

Benjamin's outfit was sitting in the closet since Christmas. Last year my parents built a house for a couple from the east (I forgot which country). They were so nice and gave us these fun outfits they made for their son. It was perfect. Surprisingly, Benjamin enjoyed wearing the hat all night.

Pumpkin Patch 2010

Benjamin threw a fit at being held when there was so much to explore. We just turned that frown upside down to get a smile.

Dad did most of the feeding of the goats. I really didn't like it....as you can see by my face.

Good Bye Curls

Benjamin's hair was getting a little wild. At times it looked like a reverse mullet. Excessivily long in the front, short with curls in the back. I realized it was time for a cut as I was about to walk into Wal-mart the other day. I felt a twinge of embarassment as I looked at my smiling son. If I am embarrassed of his hair going into Wal-Mart it is time. So we took him in for his first official cut. When we walked into Great Clips he looked like my sweet little baby...when we left he looked like a BIG boy. I will admit I felt a little emotional all night at the transformation. He is growing so fast.

I took a picture of the little curls I love so much ( a little dishoveled after his nap).

Mom..another chunk of hair got stuck on my dum dum. Next sucker.

5 suckers later....

We do not have a good picture of the new do. Mainly because as we were walking out the door the hair dresser opened a cabinet to get something and Benjamin let out a huge "OOOOHHHHOHHHHH!" At that moment nothing else mattered - not even his ballon. His eyes locked in on the largest tub of dum dum suckers. So you will just have to trust me it is short and cute.