it's tough

standing up for your beliefs.

I'm not really sure about posting emails and comments and such, but when I find out, I'll post my example. It's quite interesting.

Today was nice. Sean and I were up until 4:30 this morning. I was on a creating high and really wanted to finish my Creation mini-book. He had no choice, as the bed was up and my scrapbooking stuff was everywhere. I made him promise to wake up in a good mood this morning, despite the lack of sleep, b/c the boys went to bed really, really well last night and I just wanted today to be excellent from the get go.

It started off beautifully, not a cloud in the sky and actually pretty warm.

Simon went out to play with some friends and then we headed off to the pumpkin patch. I wanted to find a pumpkin to represent each of us. Sean didn't laugh when I said, "Ok, where are the slender pretty ones?" It's okay, I laughed enough for the both of us.

We put the kiddos on the pumpkin scale. Felix weighed in at a hefty 30 pounds and our heavyweight maintained a stout 40 pounds.

After the pumpkin patch, we headed for Chuck E Cheese. I know, we really are the best parents ever. It's funny how awesome you feel depositing those tickets in to the ticket counter. We were all, "Yeah! 240 tickets. We rock." Essentially, we paid $10 for two plastic noise makers and 22 tootsie rolls.

The boys were absolutely spent, but hungry. Opting for the lesser of two greasies, we appeased Simon and stopped for "breakfast food." I've become a master at finagling my way out of sitting next to Felix. Not that I don't love and adore him, he's just a needy little eater. Don't get me wrong, he feeds himself, it's just that he'll do things like sop the grease off of a piece of pizza with his bare hand and then touch you square on your back. Or eat scrambles eggs with his fingers and then run them through your hair. Besides all that, he is way better behaved when he's sitting next to Sean, almost like he has to be one of the guys or something. When he's sitting next to me, he's Mommy's boy and wants to sit on my lap, keep me from eating, make sure I can't have a conversation with anyone but him, etc. etc.

After a few minutes of sitting in the booth and Sean wrestling the fork from Felix at least three times, he said, "Do you see what he's doing?" There was a paper placemat on the table with a piece of pumpkin pie on it and a big ole dollop of whipped cream. My little piggy was only trying to eat the piece of pie. He was stabbing at that picture just as he would an actual piece of pie. If that doesn't make you smile, nothing will.