I’ve been addicted to this website for a day now and I can’t stop myself. I’m either a geek of OCD. My best score is 3.1, see if you can beat it. Tell me if you had to look up any of the math terms. Hah, didn’t pay attention in geometry did you?

On a blog I follow, er read - I rather enjoyed this post.

Never have my two boys wanted to go home so badly from Grandma’s, not because of anything Grandma did but because they got so miserably sick there. I can only assume they just really wanted to be sick on their own couches, in their own house. They both slept the entire 1.5 hour trip home, with the Z Man using the seat belt to help hold up his head. It was supposed to be a weekend of fun and fishing but we never made it past the Friday night trick-or-treating fun.

Casey J figured it all out quite early - very sweetly say “trick-or-treat” and then hold up your baggy to have it filled with lots of yummy candy. The Z Man had fun until the house where the woman built a mini haunted house in her garage with a life sized robotic freaky dude scared him. He could care less what kind of candy she was handing out, he wanted out of there and was clinging to me like static electricity. Which also led to him begging to sleep with me (which I suppose was good since he got sick and I was able to get a towel to him in time to spare the sheets in the bed). That was their first real trick-or-treating (since we live out in the country without neighbors) and Z Man said he’s done with it until he’s 16 and Casey J has sworn off candy because they got sick.

Ha.

Into November and the flooding of Christmas into the local stores. I am so not ready for it…

Aidan in his adorable puppy costume! What beautiful blue eyes!

Stuck at Grandma’s with this guy

and this guy

Who are both quiet sick today. It started early, early this morning and I’m not sure if it’s viral or what. This is the sickest they have been in quiet a while. We were supposed to head down to the coast for some fishing but we never quite made it there. We’ll head back home sometime tomorrow and I’m crossing my fingers it’s not contagious.

That’s French for piece of art. I like to be fancy on the blog sometimes so I’ll throw in some foreign language lessons from time to time. This week’s artwork is courtesy of the Z Man, he’s been leaving a piece a day on my desk. Lately they’ve been get well ones because I have a cold…

This is the second time in about a week I have heard the following from the youngest boy - “A-A-A-CCHHOOO, sorry mommy I got some of it (snot that is) on your phone”. Casey J is obsessed with a simple little jigsaw puzzle game that I put on my iPhone to help entertain him at all the various times he gets bored. Which is often. It’s allergy/cold season in our house and if they have even a tinsy amount of snot in their noses they will be sure to sneeze near me, on me, or on something that belongs to me and shoot that lovely stuff right out of their noses. I must be insane not to have tissues everywhere (must create secret pouch to carry tissues in). The little ones we have in the van are almost pointless, especially the way the boys use them. They wipe up (sending some fluids into their hair I’m sure) then semi-wad it up and hand it to me. Like I want to grab that nasty tissue from them…. Ugh. Will the grossness ever end? Every winter I swear I should have invested in Kleenex stocks, but at least the boys are happy because the more tissues we use the more Box Tops they get for their school…. That puts it all in perspective. I’m still suffering from a nasty cold so that’s all for me tonight. Off to dream of clean bathrooms, and boys with good table manners - hey I said it was a dream.