Trick or Treat

Emmett (or Tow Mater) went Trick or Treating for the very first time today. I know it's not Halloween, but leave it to our crazy town to do it the Sunday before. Emmett got the hang of the whole procedure pretty quickly when he realized he got candy out of the deal. However, I had to explain that the jackpot of trick or treating is the full sized candy bar of which he got one! Pictures of Emmett to come...Stay tuned.

Moby also had his first experience trick or treating - he behaved so well despite so many people surounding him. Although he would NOT wear his costume. He preferred to attack the costume, so we abandoned the idea. At least we got a picture! He does look pretty pathetic, doesn't he?

Hmm Apple Cider

You Are Apple Cider

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.

What Part of Fall Are You?

Gotta love fall. If I was a part of fall, I'd be apple cider - and they're right, I tend to complain when I get cold. I love apple cider! And hot chocolate (remember, I work for hot chocolate, at least for someone else's HC fascination). Oh, and don't forget the Starbucks. But what ever happened to the Cranberry Orange scones? I loved those! And now their gone.

Ok, this is scary, I can trace the seasons with my favorite Starbucks drinks...
Winter: Peppermint Mocha (of course with whipped cream!)(Craig rolls eyes - that's what he gets for reading over my shoulder. He's ultimately just jealous over my mad typing skills. Yep! I've got skilz.) (I digress - Craig's fault)
Spring: Caramel Macchiato (non-fat, I have to get rid of the winter blubber layer built up with the peppermint mochas)
Summer: (keep up with me here) Grande Iced Vanilla Raspberry Non-fat Latte
Fall: Toss up between the Hot Apple Cider and another Macchiato. I love my Macchiatos!

Anyway - now that we're clear on my Starbucks addiction, I'm going to attempt to see through my caffeine high.

Who's Birthday is it?

Emmett had a terrific birthday on Saturday. Complete with lots of friends AND lots of Disney Car's stuff (Including a really yummy Car's cake from Sam's Club!). One of my personal favorite gifts Emmett received was a "Let's Pretend Animal Doctor" set. After setting up the Car's tent and Car's chair, de-boxing a myriad of other new toys, and building three paper airplanes from the airplane kit, Emmett begged to have me open the Dr Set. We played together bandaging all the Mobys (i.e. all the stuffed dogs in his collection of stuffed animals are called 'Moby'. There's little Moby, other little Moby, and Big Moby - Big Moby being the real-live Moby). And when I started dinner, Emmett was still healing the bee-stung, and car hit stuffed animals of his room. He was very busy! (Ok, I know some readers will see hiliarious similarities to a certain girl and her cousin who used to play the SAME GAME some 25 odd years ago! This one's for you Patrick... INCOMING!)

Anyway - today, we came home from school and work, and Emmett went straight to playing with the Animal Dr set. (Way to go Miss Vicki for that gift!) And so did Moby. Big Moby that is. As Emmett played in his room, a great comotion occured in our bedroom. Big Moby realized that with all these gifts came all this cardboard.

Oh the joy! Moby had a blast running around with the Animal Dr box (which was now completely empty of any animal dr toys). He shredded it (he's a very eco-conscious dog), and sprinkled it throughout our bedroom. Now, exhausted from his cardboard binge, he's laying quietly in the room. Happy panting away. Emmett has now seen all his patients for the day - everyone is bandaged and healing. But they all have to return to the Dr on "Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Or Thursday, Friday and Saturday". Don't ask me where he got the three days of repeat follow up visits idea!

So I'm not sure who is really having more fun with Miss Vicki's gift. Moby or Emmett!

One more thing...This morning I asked Emmett if he wanted to take something to school to show his teacher. He had apparently been thinking this over because he says "Um, I've been thinking, I'll take my tent and chair, and my Dr Set, and my helicopter, and my paper airplanes, and a motorcycle, and my..." You get the idea. I finally had to interupt (this could have gone on for quite some time), "honey, how about just one thing today". "Ok, my tent." "How about something small enough for your backpack." "Ok - I guess I'll take my motorcycle".

I would have loved to have seen his teachers when Emmett brought in his tent! That probably would have prompted a note. "Please, don't bring any camping gear to preschool. Field trips are strictly during-school-hours events". Ha!

The box

Ever had anyone tell you to think outside the box? I hate the expression about as much as "Can I pick your brain?" No, you can't pick my brain - just like you can't pick my nose! My brain is not for picking - it is not a strawberry patch. IT'S MY BRAIN! Sorry - digression!

So this week I was told to think outside the box. Actually I was told to take the box, set it on fire and shove it off the cliff. Now that's a metaphor I can get behind. Take the standard and completely mutilate it. Totally destroy the bonds holding you in. Ooohhh - such visuals. I need my graphic designer husband to create a nice logo of that. I'd probably get called by homeland security wondering why I'm threatening the existence of UPS.

I mean I get it - don't get held up by the constraints of what you've always known. Of course, how does one think outside of ones experience. Ugh - I'm too tired to explore that thought.

Unfortunately - everyone else had already picked my brain and gave away all my good ideas. So I'm back in the box - it's on fire and being hurtled toward the the cliff - with my picked over brain inside.

Can you tell it's been that kind of week?

"Inconceivable!"