Not Me Monday

My child did not decide she reallllly had to pee while I was photographing her dressed as a cow for farm animal night at church. Nope, not me!

These Kids Crack Me Up.

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I Want Candy!

(How many of you have that song stuck in your head now?)

This weekend while Daddy worked, the girls and I enjoyed some pre-Halloween festivities. We went to a Harvest Party at church this morning, and then this evening we went to trunk-or-treat at the church where Savannah goes to preschool. Now Mommy is exhausted! :)

Brooklyn totally has the right idea about trick-or-treating. Her little legs get tired very fast due to her low muscle tone, so she rode around in the stroller under a blanket holding open her bag for candy. It doesn't get much easier than that, folks!

I sure do love my girls!

We even found Emma, who Savannah has trick-or-treated with every year since they were old enough to do it. A fairy and a chicken the first year, winnie the pooh and snow white last year, this year they were a doctor and a colts cheerleader. Possible future professions???

Then we came home, warmed up with some homemade potato soup, and the girls checked out their loot. And have I mentioned that it isn't even Halloween yet?

Hope your weekend was just as sweet!

Halloween is Grrrreat!

Happy Halloween from my favorite preschooler!

(standing next to pumpkins grown in our garden!)

I thought she looked cute in her $5 Walmart costume, but apparently she ditched it as soon as she got to school. Oh well. She still had lots of fun at her party!

We are thankful for her wonderful preschool that makes the various holidays so much fun!

Brooklyn's First Haircut

Once upon a time there was a girl who hated to wear bows in her hair, and her bangs started hanging in her eyes.

She had an awesome aunt who made her experience great.

And the finished project? Bangs in the front, but still got the curls in the back, while carefully avoiding the mullet situation.

Thanks, Aunt Em, for Brooklyn's first haircut!

Overheard at My House

Daddy: "I brought you a surprise. These flowers are for you."

Savannah: "Wow! For me? I love them! Thank you!"

Momma: "You need to give Daddy a big hug and put your flowers in water."

Savannah: "I don't want to put them in water! I want to be able to carry them in my wedding."

Momma: "Well, they won't last that long sweetie."

Savannah: "Daddy, will you buy me more flowers for my wedding?"

Daddy: "Sure I will."

Savannah: "Okay, and make sure they are pink. Thank you, thank you!"

Blessed.

I'm feeling exceptionally blessed tonight. And that hasn't happened a lot lately.

After a rather long day and a kind of depressing doctor appointment with little B, I headed to a support group meeting for special families. These are always encouraging to me and I really look forward to them each month. When I got there, I sat down next to the nurse that always deals with Brooklyn at the pediatric office and we chatted for a few minutes. Then a lady came in looking a little harried and frustrated, and we waved her over to sit with us. She kept telling me that she was a mess and she was sorry. She looked fine to me. Aren't we all a mess? I replied.

The meeting started and we enjoyed dinner and then went on to listen to a presentation on medicaid disability waivers. Brooklyn already has one of those, but I went anyway because I enjoy the camraderie. And I learned a few things too. Halfway through the presentation through, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the lady next to me was shaking. I glanced over and she was sobbing. At this point, I wasn't sure what to do. I'm a huggy person, but I've come to realize that some people don't appreciate that all of the time. But I went with my instincts and leaned over to give her a big hug and a package of tissues I dug out from the bottom of my purse.

I asked her if she was okay, and she responded that they were about to lose their insurance, and that her daughter had special needs and she didn't know how she was going to pay her bills. She just kept crying and saying that these were the answers she needed. I left her my name and phone number and promised to help her with the application process if she needed it.

I went thinking I would enjoy a meal with people I shared things in common with. I had no idea that I would leave tremendously touched and thankful for a God who has always provided for my girl. I'm so incredibly blessed, and it is so easy to lose sight of that when the circumstances aren't so good (if I hear "brain damage" one more time this week I'm going to scream). But I'm learning (slowly) to find the positives even in the crazy moments... and I'm feeling very blessed.