The Cat is Rubbing Off on Sweet Pea

So it's Wed. Mar. 4th - the kids are off-track and we get to have BabyCakes over for several hours while Aunt Lisa, my sis, runs errands. To prevent him from falling down the stairs, we put up the baby gate but set it back off the first step a little to allow room for the cat to still be able to reach his litter box in the furnace room. It's not a walk-through gate. Once it's up, it's up and you either need to step over it or undo it in order to get past it.

So I was sitting on the couch doing a crossword puzzle on my iPod Touch when I start hearing giggling and screaming coming from the same child. Sweet Pea had decided she wanted to be like the cat and wriggle through the small opening between the gate and step instead of asking for help to get over the gate. BabyCakes made his move. He couldn't resist the trapped prey or the lures in her hair.

Got it! Hmmm . . . now what should he do with it?

Ah, yes. Eat it and flick it. BabyCakes has a metal fetish. He loves to eat and suck on metal. So he has stretched the two baubbles as far as they'll stretch and he's sucking on the metal clasp in the middle. He's also flicking it between his teeth and spewing baby spit all over the rug and Sweet Pea.

"Can you give me some help here, Mom?" "Uh, nope."

Now what? Ah, yes. Let's take the other elastic out.

Lights at Temple Square - 12/01

Jellybean, Sweet Pea and Loch Monster w/ Cousin BabyCakes

A gorgeous shot of the Salt Lake Temple

Surprise! Guess which child is unhappy about having yet another picture taken?

We tuckered BabyCakes out. Being nice and toasty warm, all bundled up in the stroller was the perfect setting for a little nap.

They even try to make the construction sites more festive. Not really working. I'm still walking on wood sidewalks and I can still see cranes, orange cones and blaring work spotlights.

Enjoying their ride home on Trax.

"Scary" Halloween

Halloween really isn't my most favorite holiday. Having a birthday the day before meant that I got a lot of Halloween birthday parties. I hate, uh . . . greatly dislike, getting dressed up myself let alone finding costumes for my kids. Bless their hearts, though. This year they all wanted to be what they were last year except the scary (or scarier) versions of those so we added face and hair paint, brooms and some serious back-combing. I can handle $20 bucks for this year's Halloween costs.

Since they wanted to be the scary (or scarier) version of last year's costume, I felt they had to act mean, too. What kind of sick idea was that, Julie, to ask them to be nasty?!?!?! They just couldn't pull off the mean, scary face, though. Maybe it's because I was laughing too hard.

My latest crush, besides a-hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin'-love Barry, is my nephew, BabyCakes. At Family Home Evening on Monday night, we all came (sorry, they all came - remember, I don't do costumes) dressed up for the Halloween festivities planned by Grandma. Ever seen the Disney cartoon about Lambert, the Sheepish Lion? (I know the whole song, by the way. Ask me - I'll sing it for you.) Well, here's our version and BabyCakes' real name sounds almost like Lambert so I love singing the song to him.

And what kind of aunt would I be if I didn't give the other two youngest nephews some air time, too? :-)