My Kid Circus

Our dear Z has such a compassionate heart.  Sometimes this causes great pain for him. One of the times that we annually expect him to be distraught is when we are picking our Christmas tree. Usually Jeff and I take the others and look for our perfect tree while Z sits in the car and cries.  Our drive home usually includes some angry looks and comments about being “tree murderers”.

Although we feel badly for him, we just keep getting Christmas trees.

This year, however, I thought I found the perfect solution.  I found a company that delivers a live Christmas tree in a pot.  After Christmas they come to pick it up and keep it at a nursery through the year.  If you would like to have the same tree again next year, you can do that.  It really is a wonderful concept.

We were so excited to see the tree that we had ordered.

I think it is a little bit hard to tell in the picture, but the tree itself is TINY.  I think we had a bigger tree when we were first married and living in an apartment.

Although it has taken some getting used to, I am now loving our little tree.  It was all worth it when Z tried to hug it. 🙂

Next year we will probably go back to a regular size tree, but this one’s for you, Z!

It has been a wonderful month around our household.

First of all, all of these guys celebrated birthdays.

D turned 7, and celebrated with friends at a glow in the dark fun zone.  I decided that I’m not ready to have another D party at our house for a while.  Perhaps ever.   A huge room where they could run, jump, and throw balls was absolutely perfect.

Z turned 9, and had a fun day at Legoland.  It is so hard to believe that my first baby is almost in double digits, but it seems like I’m going to have to accept it.

Love these guys so so much.

Clover turned a year.  The kids were a little more excited about this milestone than she was.  We have enjoyed the year with our puppy, but I’m not too sorry to put some of her puppyhood behind us.  Like the chewing.  Oh my goodness, the chewing.

Finally, our niece was born!  As the best gift that I have ever received, I was invited to be there when she entered the world.

Words are hard to do it justice, but it was an amazing and incredible experience that will forever be imprinted on my heart.  My niece is absolutely gorgeous, and my heart is overflowing with love for all 3 of them.

She and Z will share a birthday, which will be a special bond for the 2 of them, and it will be a special bond for my sister and I that we share the date that we both became mothers.

Thank you a million times for letting me be there as your daughter entered the world.  I promise not to give her too much candy, but it is going to be hard.  Love you!

My mother-in-law worked with a teacher who told the parents every year, “if you don’t believe everything your child tells you happens at school then I promise not to believe everything that they tell me happens at home”.  I’m hoping my kids’ teachers agree with that…

Here are some pictures that K made in her pre-k class of her family.

Yeah, I left one out of that picture.  The one of Jeff.  Here it is:

We saw this at K’s open house and I’m pretty sure I spit out my drink.  Then I saw that the teacher wrote a note on the back of this one. “My Dad is getting into the bathtub.  He is wearing his bathing suit”.

How do you even respond to that? I assured the teacher that my husband does not regularly take baths in an orange Speedo, but I’m not sure if she believed me.

On another note, recently on D’s progress report his teachers noted, “As we were discussing how fast a Peregrine Falcon flies, a classmate brought up car speed.  D compared this to how fast his mom drives, saying, ‘She got four tickets last year!'”.

I most certainly did not get four tickets last year!  Okay, I got one.  And I got a warning. Does that mean I go as fast as a Peregrine Falcon?  I don’t think so.

Okay, I got another ticket today.  No one tell D.  Or his teachers.

Happy Halloween from our Ninja, Mario, Queen, and Ballerina.  We had a fantastic day!

We are so grateful for a talented Nana who made our beautiful capes (what ballerina doesn’t need a cape?).