
This Thanksgiving, give thanks that you still have your eyes. Both of them.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I am fully aware that most things in this blog will be very lame to anyone who is NOT these kids' mom and dad. With that said, read on if you really are THAT bored.
What happened to Blair? The leaf pile ate her!

I made Reid and Blair "practice" trick or treating a few days ahead of time. I know it sounds stupid, but I was determined that they were going to be the polite kids going up to everyone's door. I know that can sometimes get forgotten in the excitement of running from door to door, and I got really tired of reminding them at every house last year. So I told Reid and Blair that they MUST say "Trick or Treat!" (it irks me when kids come to the door and just hold their bag out waiting for candy--unless they're small and can't quite say it yet, of course), and they HAD to say "Thank you!" And if they didn't say thank you, I was going to take the candy back out of their bucket and put it in my own. And I am very proud to say that the practice worked! They remembered to say both phrases at every house, and they didn't beg and choose which candy they wanted out of the candy-giver's bowl, which seemed to be another problem last year. I told them to take what they were given and be thankful for it. So after one house, Reid told me with a big smile, "Mom, I just got one piece at that house but I don't even care, because I'm thankful for it!" Yea, he actually listened to something I said! (And at the houses where he got to choose his own candy, man, you'd think it was Christmas morning!) And Blair announced after every house, "Mama, I THINK I said thank you!"
Sloane is surprisingly very gentle with Tess. And she's always so excited to see her new puppy in the morning, bending down to her, waving and saying, "Hi! Hi!"
Reid loves to hold her. He's had a lot of fun running around with her too. Maybe we finally found someone to match his energy level?? (Look how tiny she is in Reid's arms!)
She found a cozy spot with Jeremy. Tess loves settling down in someone's lap and taking a long nap. She doesn't care who it is; she just wants to be held.
I kneeled down at the tv cabinet for less than a minute and before I knew it, she had crawled up in my calves. She is determined to lie on someone one way or another! (Ignore my filthy socks. I walk outside in them all the time. My mom will be mortified when she sees this picture.)

Cuddling up with Rusty, our 10-year-old lab. Rusty wasn't real sure about having another dog in the house at first (and he's definitely not keen about this new dog getting all up in his personal space), but he's gradually getting used to her.
If you made it this far, thanks for sticking around! :) I'll be back to reporting on my human-kids again soon.
excited! She walked as fast as she could (she's still trying to figure out running), arms outstretched, shouting "Da! Da! Da!" (And no, she didn't even bother throwing a glance my way.) Each day since then, she has cried when I've dropped her off, but I'm told it doesn't last long. And she's always happily playing when I arrive to pick her up but very excited to see me there for her again. (Those are her fat little feet splish-splashin' in the rain water after school.)
Blair's first day went much better than I expected. She was very resistant to moving up to the next class. She loved her teachers from last year, and she kept saying she wanted to be in her (Blair's) old class because "she was 3 years old when school ended last year and she's still 3, so she was still supposed to be in that class". I kept telling her that her old friends would be in her new classroom, but she wasn't buying it. So I expected a major break-down when it was time to drop her off. Surprisingly though, when we walked into her class, she was all smiles. She was hanging on to my leg and pulling on my shirt, but it was all giggles and silliness, so it was easy for her new teacher to step in and distract her with an activity so I could break free. When we went to pick her up later, I was expecting her to run into my arms, thrilled to be rescued from the horror of having to be in a new class, but instead, I couldn't break her free from the wooden boat! She loved it, had a great day, and was having too much fun to leave. I was so relieved to see that she had a good day! Every day since then, she tells me she doesn't like school and she doesn't want to go, but when we get there, she's the same silly, giggly girl tugging on my shirt (just because that's become the drop-off routine now). And every time I pick her up, she ignores me and continues playing in the boat or drawing on the chalkboard, pretending I'm not there. [However, when I ask her how school was, she always says it wasn't good. When asked what she doesn't like, she pauses, forming a little "thinking wrinkle" on her forehead and then answers that she doesn't like playing outside because she "has a hard time" (I think that means she's tired), and she doesn't like playing in the gym because she's hungry. The only part she does like, I'm told, is watching "Pimmocchio" and other movies during nap time. But for not liking much about school, it sure is strange how much she wants to stay and continue playing at the end of the day! :)]


