Happy Halloween!

5 crows all shiny black
Sat on a scarecrows back
Eating the most delicious corn "Kaw, Kaw"
Scarecrow he shouted, "Boo!"
One crow, away he flew
Now there are 4 black shiny crows "Kaw, Kaw"

So, maybe we just had 2 crows all shiny black, and maybe doing face paint is a lot harder than it should be, and maybe my babies will hate me for making them wear feathered bloomers.BUT, aren't their little bird leggies so cute?! And, Oakley couldn't have been happier to be a "scary scarecrow" like he had been talking about for months. Yay! It's done!!

Success!

All in a Day's Work

Yesterday may go down in Palmer Family History as the most productive day we've had. I had a mission in mind, and that was to clean out the garage. This incorporated several other tasks I've wanted to accomplish.

1- paint this dresser so we could move it out of the garage and into Oakley's room.
2- for some reason that reminded me to put door stops behind all the doors that didn't have them.
3- take the rack off Jason's truck (which Oakley now calls "Mom's work truck") so we could park it in the garage. (Never in the 4.5 years living here have we had 2 cars in our 3 car garage.)
Clean garage with 2 cars and everything put away all the way and all dead crickets swept up.(Hello truck rack, do you want to find a new home?) (Thanks Uncle Reid for the lawnmower, I'm soo excited!!)

Additionally, we wanted to level the backyard so that water wouldn't pool and our rye would grow.
Hmmm..... fail. We'll continue to work on that.

Oh, and Jason started out the day with a 12 mile run. No biggie, right? He didn't even complain once throughout the day how tired he was. He is amazing!
Me? I started out the day with a couple dozen doughnut holes. I never complained once throughout the day how full I was.

P.S. A giant thanks to Kevvie-Baby who helped muscle the truck rack off and who shoveled tons of dirt into and then out of the truck and then used the big leveler rake that attacked his arm and gave him a rash. You're the best!!

AAAHHHHHHHHHH!

"CAN'T A MOM HAVE ANYTHING NICE?????!!!!!!!"
(quoted from my mom 1975 - 1994-ish, the years when there were little ones trashing everything... ugh, that's nearly 2 decades! Now, it's my turn for the same phrase. I love that I am becoming more like my mom, because that means at some time, I will be awesome.)

So, blogging will be even more minimal than it has been. In fact, it has come to a screeching halt. Why? Well, the camera is out of commission.

Why is that?
Well, I'll set the scene:
Me: unloading the dishwasher as quickly as I can before the twins come to "help."
Oakley: runs in the house from the backyard.
approximately 4 minutes later
Oakley: MMMOOOOMMMM!
Me: What?
Oakley: You're camera's wet!
Me: What?! (walking swiftly towards his voice, finding him in the bathroom, perched with his feet up on the toilet seat with his shorts and undies off dangling my camera by the strap)
Me: What happened?!!?!! >:( (Yes, there was a definite angry scowl.)
Oakley: I was trying to take a picture of my poop, and it fell in the toilet. I have skeets.

So, there you go. I think it's a good excuse.

Viva Sabado!

Reasons why it is my favorite day of the week:

#1:

If you live in Mesa, you have to try 19th Hole's doughnut holes. They are to die for. But, you must get there before us, because we swoop up 3 dozen every Saturday. They are crisp on the outside and so soft and chewy on the inside, perfectly coated in glaze. I look forward to doughnut holes more than I look forward to sleeping in. Saturday is interchangeable in our house with Doughnut Day.

#2:

Bike rides with the family, made possible with the bike bus. We have still gone throughout the blistering summer, but cannot wait for few more weeks for the temperature to be a little nicer. My favorite thing about the bike bus is Nate's participation. He is the biggest scaredy-cat in the world of anything that moves or that he doesn't have control over. A few weeks ago I put him in the front (traditionally Reese's seat) and he was trying to climb up my arms like a cat. I showed him the bell, he rung it, and has claimed the seat as his, with his smug smile.

Only 6 more days! (But maybe tomorrow is an unofficial Doughnut Day due to it being a holiday, right?)

Does This Make Anyone Nervous?

All weekend, Oakley has been playing "Mom." He "goes to Walmart" a lot and turns the tv on to TLC or ID.If only I could get him excited about changing diapers and mopping the floor, I'd be set.

Better Late Than Never

Okay, so I promised more pictures of Oakley from his birthday, so here they are (I can just hear the cheering crowds now.)

Here's a list from an almost 4-year-old perspective:
(The OCD-tendency part of him had to use up every line.)

And this is how you wrap a bike:(totally worth it!)

Oakley is all boy and figured out how to make "hot-dog-shooters." Sweet, I wonder how many hot dog pellets I'll be sweeping up from here on out.
Some of my favorite things about 4-year-old Oakley are:
-He busts into beat-box any given moment. Old-school, like your mom's trying to rap.
-His takes on phrases, ie: "...I've ever seen" is "never I seen" and "whole entire world" is "whole in China word."
-He loves to hug girls, a little too long.

He is so great and so far, 4 is my favorite year!