Bekahism #37

After I helped the girls trace and cut out hand turkeys, I left them to their own devices. Upon completing her turkey, Bekah asked me to come up and take a look at it. This is what I saw:


Bekah: It just didn't seem right without a hunter next to the turkey. (Check the blue illustration to the right of the turkey.)

I bet Seth's buttons pop right off his shirt when he reads this one.

#2 is growing up

Bekah LOVED the preschool put on by the high school students last year. So when I found out that 3-year-olds are allowed to attend, I made sure that Analee would have a spot in this year's class.

Although Ana had informed me that she might be a little bit nervous on the first day, she didn't cling to my leg or even seem the least bit concerned when I dropped her off.

Ana's outfit she picked for the first day. I can't remember what the kid was eating at the time, but she obviously has her cheeks stuffed full.

I had asked Ana if she wanted me to take her picture on the front porch like I had done for Bekah on the first day of kindergarten, but she wanted her first-day photo shoot on the mound in the front yard. And she had to show the camera her beautiful new jeans with the fairy on the leg.

Ana again showing off the jeans while the high school students and Mrs. Child come to pick up the preschoolers.

Instead of dropping her off with the kids, I took Ana in on the first day so I could fill out the paperwork and write the check. Miriam was very well-behaved in her car seat.

I'll admit ... it's pretty awesome having just the wee-est one at home for a few hours every other day. And it makes the ... ahem ... Christmas project I'm working on easier to work on without little prying eyes. I'll just have to make sure that Miri doesn't give the secret away.

Bekahisms #35 and 36

Yesterday at church, the girls sang a special musical number in Relief Society. After they sang, I returned the Rebekah to Primary and Analee to nursery. Unbeknownst to me, Bekah shut her finger in the door of the Primary room as she returned to sharing time. After her bloodied finger got all patched up, a little Sunbeam got a bloody nose for no reason.

Bekah: If Primary lasts much longer, everybody in here is going to be DEAD!

Then after church, many of the women who had been in Relief Society and heard them sing complimented the girls on their number.

Bekah: Why are all the Relief Society women going, "Blah, blah, blah," about our stuff?

All Hallow's Eve

Happy (late) Halloween from the Grovers!

I swear, Halloween just gets more and more fun as we have more kids and they get bigger. This year's festivities included the annual pumpkin carving:

As far as carving skills go, this is a level one. But the underlying awesomeness makes up for it. Seth did the traditional jack-o-lantern; I did the skull.

Halloween costume back story: For months, the girls had said they would dress up as Gandolf and Bilbo for Halloween. My nerd heart soared as I heard this, but my practical mind sunk as I tried to figure out how to transform my pretty little three-year-old into a 100+-year-old hobbit and my five-year-old into a wizened sorcerer.

Eventually, however, the girls decided to be fairy princesses. And Bekah even said, "We can just wear the same dresses we wore last year to be princesses." Hallelujah. I can manage flower wreaths for their hair and wings. Just don't ask me to how to make hairy prosthetic feet and a three-foot beard.

To include Miriam in our pretty, pretty theme, we dressed her up as a flower.

Analee, the pretty golden fairy princess.

Rebekah, the pretty pink fairy princess.

Analee and Rebekah giving Sophie some love. Sophie is Aunt Jessica's dog that we are dog-sitting for a few days. The dog is dressed up as a human, I guess.

So on Saturday, we got all dressed up to visit the grandparents, have a barbecue at Old Grandma Grover's house, participate in the local trunk-or-treat and ring a few doorbells in the neighborhood.

The day was definitely a success, as evidenced by a quote from a weary Analee trudging down the street: "Mom, my bag is too heavy."

(To be said in a Montgomery Burns voice:) Excellent. All the more candy for me.