I know, it’s November now.
If you think I’m behind here, you should see my laundry pile.
Actually, that’s why I’m here…I’m procrastinating.
In case you haven’t visited Fluent in Blonde in a while, Wednesdays have been dubbed an “acceptable to post crappy iPhone photos day” to share with you/journal the goings on of my real life.
Our Halloween week in blurry photos:
The last of a few trips to our favorite pumpkin patch, where we spend waaaay too much money riding inflatable slides off the side of a freeway to pretend it’s fall. My boys’ faces make it worth every penny, and it’s my absolute most looked forward to tradition. That’s sad, possibly, but if you saw these dude’s faces, you’d get it.
The day the hangry petting zoo goats made their appearance was my personal favorite trip. My boys weren’t scared, just appalled by the aggressive goats with bad manners. The petting zoo guardian (?) pointed out the pregnant goat and told everyone she was the most hungry. I was offended for her.
I stayed up late making G’s preschool snacks, which turned out to be the ugliest Halloween treats of 2017. I tried to freehand Rice Krispies ghosts, and they were an unappetizing hybrid of Pacman ghosts and dental cartoon teeth. I’m sure no preschool mom let their child eat these…so I didn’t put Gus’s name on them. I hope no one used the process of elimination to discover the chef behind them so Gus will still get birthday party invites.
Roscoe and I have enjoyed a few GORGEOUS park dates, just the two of us, while Gus is at preschool. It took Roscoe a while to stop feeling displaced while Gus is at preschool, and figure out what to do with himself without his partner in crime, but he’s feeling out his independence and seems to be…almost shy?… about the spotlight on just him, but totally loves it. He still seems almost thrown off but flattered by all the attention during those few hours, and I love seeing this different side to his usually strong willed, sort of dominant, sweet-and-sour-but-getting-sweeter personality.
I make an effort to put away my phone during our little dates, but sometimes I have to cheat to snag a picture of his sweet face.
My pants were unzipped the whole time I wore this.
We had THE best year trick or treating! My boys are just starting to understand holidays better, and they light up with EVERYTHING. The decorations, the music, the festivities, all of it. They LOVED trick or treating, but Roscoe was content to sit in the wagon after a couple of streets. Gus took it upon himself to ask for an extra piece of candy for his brother…but after a while, most of it was pocketed.
That’s fine, because most of the candy was depleted by moi after the first couple of days. This is the first year “depleted” meant tossing out instead of eating, but my sweet tooth has been replaced by anything salty or acidic this pregnancy.
Brian and I were given PBR tickets by our friends Andrea and Tanner. We are terrible at dates. TERRIBLE. We had the best time sitting together, without interruption, and watching the Bull Riding Finals. Bringing our kids’ Halloween candy for our own concessions was also awesome, minus spilling Nerds all over and realizing I don’t have my kids with me to blame.
Do I have to do laundry now?