Friday, October 29, 2010

Halloween at Berky

I took the kids to work for trick-or-treat! Here are some photos of that:

Nora was asking all the way there, "Can we go trick-or-treat, Mommy?"

Yeah. Henry's a little too big for that frog costume. Sad face.

Hi, Jacki!

This was the only time Henry let Willis put him down.

She was kind-of sleepy.

Henry liked Bernie's treats the best, I guess.

Oh, and I made these treat bags this morning before we left. I'm hoping to
get some ghosts or something on them before Sunday, but we'll see!

Yay for not being sick anymore!
(We had the plague earlier this week. It was gross.)

Monday, October 25, 2010


Here's some photo representation of what has been happening around here in regard to the monkeys and myself.

Yep. That's happening.

There's that, too.

And this.


Nora took this, and I just love his hair . . . and his little, wrinkly neck.

Nora, self portrait. So, that's happening.

More of that.

I got a haircut this weekend (finally), and Nora took my picture so I could show you. It's not styled or anything. In fact, it's probably not even all that clean. I like it so far, though.

The end.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

It's Tuesday. I thought about not doing a "Hey, It's Okay" post today (due to internet oversaturation with my blog posts from yesterday), but after my fast food drive-thru experience from this afternoon, I had to rant. Amber and Sara are picking up what I'm putting down.

Hey, It's Okay . . .

. . . to go to the drive-thru at Burger King because your kitchen threw up all over your dining room and basement and your kitchen is unusable . . . and because you have a coupon.

. . . to think, "Holy crap! That's really expensive," when the kid tells you your total is 17 bucks for a value meal and two kids' meals.

. . . to know in your soul that the kid overcharged you, but you actually have to take the receipt home so you can go through the whole thing with some silence and a calculator to be certain.

. . . to not really understand how they still don't understand how they overcharged you (when you explain it in detail), but hope that they honor their word on letting you have a free value meal next time. "Guys! It was as if I didn't use a coupon at all. Get it?"

. . . to be "that lady" that constantly harrasses this same Burger King for failing at its job. Honestly. Who gets things wrong more than they get them right? Why do I keep going there? (It's close to the house, and, in theory, they should get something right occasionally. I guess that's why I keep going back there.)

. . . if you want to throw things in the morning because every night, your sleep has to be interrupted by both of your kids, your idiot cat, or your gagging dog. It can sometimes be all of those things at the same time or a combination of those things, and it most certainly must always happen. Every night.

. . . if you are freakishly excited about and/or are looking forward to getting a hair cut.

. . . if you want to hug a stove. (Not having one really makes you love them. When my new, undamaged range arrives, I'll be hugging that bizness. You betcha. Then, I'mma bake and cook some stuff.)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Photos by Nora

Nora took these photos.

It's pretty funny that my last two decent profile pictures for Facebook have been taken by my preschooler.

Kids in a Box

Henry likes to climb into this box (that holds our newspapers) in the mornings while we're watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He was just sitting in there, watching TV from inside it this morning. I think he finds it comfortable.

Obviously, Nora couldn't just let him sit in there by himself.

He didn't mind sharing with her, though.

Kids in the Yard


We went to Garwood Orchards this Saturday, and we were only there for about twenty minutes before we turned around and ran out of there screaming. It was completely overrun with bus loads of people from Chicago.

We did manage a quiet, little walk by ourselves for  a second, though.

That's the Garwood dog behind us. He totally molested us (especially Nora) after this photo was taken.

Large group of Chicagoans headed towards the bus and U-Pick area. We were going to go pick apples, but when we saw the hoards of people, we thought better of it. (This group is actually really small compared to what we saw when we had just arrived.)

Henry flirts with me as I put him back in his car seat for the ride home.