Thursday, November 21, 2013

Dancing machine...

My little man LOVES to dance.  I think it's hysterical, but my humor threshold is pretty low.  The problem is, he stops dancing the second that he sees you pull out a camera.  It's almost as if he's embarrassed.  He usually shouts "Dance! Dance!" and then hops up and starts bouncing around.  I started listening to Christmas music this week, and it seems that he likes Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You."  He's also busted a move to some Luke Bryan and The Lumineers.  He's not very discerning.

If you want to judge me for my early Christmas music, feel free.  I'm not apologizing.  :)



I hope he keeps dancing.  I've always said that no matter how bad a dancer a guy may be, a girl would much rather he dance badly with her than sit at a table all night long.  The Shermans love to cut a rug.  

Friday, November 15, 2013

Oh, October...

You wore me out.

I am so thankful that it is mid-November.  The past few weeks have been a complete whirlwind.  Between football season, Halloween, school, and Mistletoe, I am so glad to have a small break before the chaos of the holidays arrives.  I'm sure this will be a short reprieve.

Halloween was somewhat of a mess this year.  We knew that it was supposed to pour, so the whole neighborhood was up in arms trying to figure out what to do.  We ended up going around with our little gang on the Wednesday before.  In the end, I was glad we did.

Sam wanted to be a superhero.  This is the first year that he picked something that I wasn't enthused about, but he's a little boy, and little boys like what they like.  No more "baby" costumes for him. :( He agreed to be Batman, and I found a costume for him at Target.  I wanted Alex to be his sidekick, so I searched for a babyish Robin costume.  No such luck.  I ended up making my own--I still want him to look like a baby!



Robin wasn't interested in putting down his graham crackers to take a picture.  



We were trying to help him up.  He did not want to leave the candy, and he was in the middle of a full-on meltdown.  Can't say I blame him.


My dad was bound and determined to dress up to answer the door.  It was very sweet of him, albeit a somewhat creepy clown. Alex wasn't too sure of him at first. 


Shoving candy in his mouth.  He catches on quickly. 


Part of our neighborhood crew.


I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to go to his little school party, but I was able to sneak away from Mistletoe for awhile.  Bless his heart, he was so excited that I was there--he wouldn't let me go far.  



His new love--books.  I am so thrilled about this new development.  The only downside is that when he wants you to read to him, he practically throws the book at you.  I'm headed for a black eye in the near future.  He's a big fan of  Good Night, Moon.  He calls it "Cow."


I had to work Preview Party, so Anthony met me up there with friends.  We hardly ever have pictures of just the two of us, so I'm quite proud that we actually remembered.  We had a great time that night, although I was exhausted the next day.  It set up a long couple of days while I worked Mistletoe.  


Ta-dah!


This week it's felt like winter, which is an unusual development for November.  We had a chance to break out the raccoon hat.  It's a favorite of mine.  


Cute, right? 


Lastly, today Sam's class celebrated the letter "h" with horrible hair day.  It didn't take much this morning.