So it isn't scary, but it is pretty freakin' cute.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Allow me to present to you the carving station. I know I'm a genius, you really don't have to tell me.
After stripping Mads down to just a diaper, I plopped her in the kiddie pool with her pumpkin.
After Daddy ever so gently removed the top of the big pumpkin, Mads got very curious:
Curiosity quickly turned to revulsion, as she yelled "Ew! Ew! Ewww!" when Daddy plopped the first handful of pumpkin guts a little too close to Madelynn's delicate footsies:
Repulsion turned to fear:
And fear turned to screaming mess when one tiny seed landed on her foot:
After this, you couldn't have paid Mads to get back in that pool, and my plans to take a million pictures of Babe elbow deep in pumpkin innards were squashed. Jeffrey and I were clearly on our own.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
It's true, I'm 24 today. I can't figure out which hill it is, but I'm positive I've gone over one. While sleeping in this morning (the best birthday present a Mama could ask for), Mads got all creative and made me this card. It's absolutely beautiful.
How old do you have to be before you can start lying about your age?
I hate getting old.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Megan and I took the babies to the pumpkin patch today. First things first, I bought Mads a fresh, shiny macintosh:
She was thrilled, and she shared:
There's nothing like a healthy snack to keep a girl focused, and I needed Mads at the top of her game if we were going to navigate through the dreaded corn maze:
I had never been in a corn maze before (actually, none of us had), so I wasn't really sure what to expect. Skinny paths, crinkly corn and dead ends were what I had imagined, and I wasn't disappointed at all. However, I wasn't prepared for the surprise behind bend number two:
The spooky didn't end there, but Mads was a very brave baby. Her first obstacle was to get by The Hissing Pikachu of Death:
Victorious, she moved on past the Lazy Headed Dopey Dude of Scarecrow Crossing:
She conquered the Broken Box of Mexico (?):
And breezed past the Misplaced Butler of the Corn:
After turning down bend number 82, we were faced with the infamous Terrifying Tube of Dirty Knees. It was terrifying and definitely dirty, but Mads was brave once again:
And dirty. (Don't mind that huge splotch of apple on her shirt, it dried before we left.)
Finally, the spooky was over and we trudged through the exit. But wait! The best (and perhaps the scariest) surprise of all was just ahead:
Cross-eyed goats! (Honestly, Megan and I told the babies that they were sheep. We didn't realize how wrong we were until the "sheep" got into a battle and emitted a pissed-off, screeching sound that was nothing like "baa.")
I was a little leery of these goats (or whatever they are), they were most definitely cross-eyed and they smelled absolutely horrid. Plus, they were fairly aggressive with each other, so I wanted to make sure Mads didn't actually touch any of them...
And that's when she kissed one:
Back at the patch, Mads found the perfect spot to sit and reflect on the horrors of the afternoon:
Mads ogled pumpkins for at least 32 seconds before losing interest and running away:
Her destination? A little, purple playhouse which turned out to be her most favorite attraction of all:
After Mads had finished with her playhouse, she took a quick ride on a pretty pony:
Now you may remember from a past post that Megan had called my sweet baby a bully. It's true, she said it. I would like to take this opportunity to show who the real terror is in this toddler twosome:
He even tried to run her over with a trike. Who's the bully now? :)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Not too bad for her first try, but she really needs to work on her precision.
My title? That's what Jeffrey had to say about our made-up babe. At the tender age of 26, he's really turning into a crotchety old man. :)
Friday, October 9, 2009
Bath started out on the right foot, with lots of sharing and chummy head patting:
Now, Mason sports a kissy face quite often, so I can understand how Mads would get the wrong impression. Hell, I wanted to kiss the kid. How could you possibly resist that smoochy face?
Mads loves Mason, and I'm pretty sure Mason has a soft spot for her, too. He just prefers her in smaller doses and at least 400 yards away.
While shopping today, I bought that new Johnson's Baby Bubble Bath & Wash, and I just couldn't wait to try it out. So if you were wondering why that tubby is so bubbly, now you know! It's fabulous.