A week ago...
Okay, it was a week and a half, but I'm a busy woman...
Dare's class had a pumpkin party at the park. We started by coloring on pumpkins. There was some glitter involved. Then we checked out the animals. I love this picture. Rhon is seriously my favorite. Look at how good she is with G.
This chicken made my day. He (she probably, but I want her to be a he) is a punk chicken! What a cool hairdo. He is totally doing his own thing. He grew it out, bleached it, and styled it to give it all that body. He is definitely trying to make some kind of statement.

Then we went to IKEA and had meatballs for lunch. Well, I had meatballs. I had to pick up some cups. I always have to replenish our cup supply. I think there is a cup sprite that lives in our house. She steals our cups. Or it could be that my kids take the cups to all areas of the neighborhood and don't bring them back. Nah, it's probably a sprite.
Then, after a long drive, and a lot of U-turns, Aspen and I made it to the trampoline place! It was a hit. The kids loved it. We will definitely make our way over there again.

Quick story: When you have a friend that you like hanging out with, and you have kids that are the same age, you think what a perfect combination, right? Well, you do unless your kids are G and Brynlie. Aspen and I have a total of 6 girls. Five of which get along beautifully. Then there is Mads. He just chills because he is so cool. Then we come to the two youngest. This is NOT a perfect combination. Why not, you ask? They want to kill each other. They bring out the most violent of violence in each other. There is smacking, pinching, pushing, and, of course, biting. I am willing to admit that most of this is G's fault, but she holds her own. She can definitely take care of herself. We're still hoping that one day they will love each other...
But look!
Here is proof that they can be happy and within 2 feet of each other.
Okay. This is probably what they were thinking...
G: oh dude, as soon as my freaking mom puts that camera down, I am going to pull her hair. my hand can hardly sit still while it is so close to her head
B: why did my mom sit me next to this stinky, smelly boy? all I want to do is dig my fingernails into those chubby cheeks
