Be it ever so humble...: Old-fashioned October

Truth be told, I just googled "O word adjectives" and "old-fashioned" is the best from the list. I figure it works since I do feel old-fashioned in the sense that time has finally slowed down this month. As I look back over this past Summer's experiences, it's a wonder that I didn't have a nervous breakdown. I feel like over the Summer I was riding this wave of commotion, with selling our house, building the other, living in tight quarters, and dealing with Joshua (I said he was a different kid this summer and I mean that). Now all that has ended. Our home sold, we're in the house, and Josh has finally come back to us and is the great kid I remember him being. The wave has crashed on the shore, but that's not the end of it. It is slowly pulled back into the ocean as the never-ending tide continues to turn. And that's where I am left, being pulled back into the ocean. My physical state is not the best right now. Hair is falling out in handfulls, skin is breaking out, sour stomach, and my body is in knots. No joke, I spelled the word ocean as "otion" when I first typed it earlier. I guess after going going going for so long my body is finally able to breathe a little, and is now suffering the reprucussion of a busy, stress filled season. Ca Va, all is well. They say building a house is one of the most stressful things on a marriage, and I still adore the boy so we are golden!

You are probably sick of me writing about how wondrous Midway is, so I'll spare you this month.

It is the month of spooks and haunts, so let's talk about my Thredgold blood, shall we? You know you're a Thredgold when you:
A-have a dimple in your chin (or butt chin as we call it)
B-have the same pearly white smile (Rampton Orthodontics)
C-have feet as wide as they are long
and D-have crazed, freaky dreams almost every night

It has proven true that my blood runs through my children's veins as this past month has been full of visits from them throughout the night. Bad dreams ranging from Zombies and Aliens getting into our house (Ella) to a "stop breathing gun" that shoots at you and causes you to, of course, stop breathing (Dax) to Josh frantically trying to tell Dax that cigarettes are bad for his health, but Dax disregarding that advice while puffing away (Josh).

My fingers are crossed that it is only a side effect from a month full of thrills and chills. I do feel a little at fault with all the decor I have hung. Perhaps removing the cackling witches, bats and spiders from our lights and walls will help matters out.

Pumpkin carving fun!

Ooh, gross!

So slimey!

I don't mind...

She's smiling because she refused to put her hand in the pumpkin. Cam was in charge of that one.

Making some "Monster Pizzas" for dinner

Joshua

Picking out a costume was easy for this boy. As soon as Cam showed him some clips on you tube, and Josh heard all the jokes, he was intent on being Chuck Norris for Halloween. "Chuck Norris has a grizzly bear carpet in his room. The bear isn't dead it is just afriad to move." or "Some magicans can walk on water, Chuck Norris can swim through land." Appealing, right? So with a wife beater, a cowboy hat, and some facial and chest hair, he was ready to get some candy.

Football season ended this month as well. Josh finished out his last game of the season with a giant sack of the quarterback. The Provo team they were playing were ENORMOUS. About 75% samoan giants. So for Josh to get through the line, and then knock the QB off his feet, it was one of those "once in a lifetime" moments.

Daxton

After viewing the you tube clips with Cam, and seeing this man rip out Chuck Norris' chest hair and blow it in his face, Dax was convinced he had to be Bruce Lee.

Daxton's first grade picture. Like father like son, right?

Ella

Ella wanted to be a princess, until we watched Avengers as a family, then it was "Black Widow" from that day forward. So, I hit the dollar store. Some felt, a dollar gun, and some black gloves, and there she was!

Had to add this one. Ella is taking the hammer for a walk.

And this one, her school picture. Complete with milk mustache and shirt on backwards. Good job mom!

Amelie

My sweet little girl adores her older sister; quite enamored with her, really. At first it drove Ella up the wall. Amelie will do exactly as Ella does, say exactly what Ella says, and eat whatever Ella is having. So this Halloween I was delighted when, upon asking Amelie what she wanted to be for Halloween, she answered, without fail, "Ella."

Now Ella seems to be delighting in the fact that she has a constant playmate who does all her bidding. In fact, Ella even took Amelie for a walk in the stroller yesterday to a picnic lunch. Ella packed the snacks, a blanket, and filled up their water bottles and walked Amelie down the street to picnic at the roundabout. She said it was a great lunch and they even rolled down the hill together.

My little helper in the kitchen.

Cameron

History repeats itself as Cameron still hates Halloween. I realize that hate is a strong word, but it suits this situation perfectly. He hates it. He tries to talk me out of throwing my family Halloween party every year, on multiple occasions. But he did dress up this year, his idea too. He threw on a sweatshirt, sunglasses, and taped on a mustache. Little effort, yes, but a big feat for this Halloween hater.