shhh....pretend to be surprised

Here's a sneak peek of Paige's Halloween costume. I couldn't wait until Friday!





More pictures later!

say cheesy

Today is school picture day. Cheesy headshots against a background of fake books. Bleh. Because I didn't trust that she would make it to her scheduled picture time with hair and clothes intact, I snapped a few before we left this morning. Did I mention that she look super cute, too??

big g little o

Our school held a kiddie cheer camp on Saturday morning. After 2 hours of instruction, they felt the girls were ready for the big leagues and let them cheer for the first half of the game that night.





Paige was in her element when she got a hold of that megaphone. The more she yelled, the more the audience "ahhed" over her, which only fed into her yelling more.


Check out the hip action!!

paige picked a peck of pumpkins

Paige's class took a trip to the local pumpkin patch this morning. Brooke and I met them there. It was Brooke's first pumpkin experience.

Paige picked a "cinderella shaped" pumpkin


That camera is giving me a headache!


Hercules! Hercules!!


Check out my gourd!




This one's kind of bumpy.

five little pumpkins

*turn off my playlist at the bottom*

Here's Paige singing a cute little song she learned at school.

sleeveless in october

It's still in the 90's here. Need.some.fall.weather.ASAP.

they say it's your birthday

It's my birthday, too!!

rub-a-dub-dub

Erin recently posted on her blog a new photo that she was going to put up in her bathroom. I thought it was a great idea, so I let the girls have a "treat" by taking a bath in the middle of the afternoon and snapped a few photos for their bathroom wall. Aren't they cute?

petticoat junction

All's fair in love and photography. If one gets a photo shoot, so must the other. We didn't make it out until dusk, so we had to work fast.

little lady

Brooke will no longer look at the camera. Please, please let this be a phase. I chased her around the yard tonight to get these. It's REALLY hard to get good focus & exposure when your subject runs from you with her head down. Sigh.

as seen on tv

Paige is a marketer's dream. Every time one of those commercials for the "as seen on tv"-type products comes on she stops what she's doing and listens intently as the likes of Billy Mays imparts some brilliant nuggets of wisdom about the latest time/money saver.

She saves up all this information and waits for the right sales opportunity to come along.

As I'm buying bananas at the grocery store: "We should get some of those green bags like on tv so our bananas don't turn brown. And our carrots will be crunchy and not bendy."

As I am watering our houseplants: "You should get those glass balls that water your plants for you! I'm going to ask Daddy for some money so I can get them for your birthday."

And my favorite, as we're watching the nutrisystem commercial: "That's what you can use to lose weight!"

Been there, done that, honey.

Of course this all comes from the same child who can't remember to put on shoes before we leave the house.

puttin' on the ritz

Dang that HEB. A couple weeks ago they had a great deal on Reduced Fat Ritz crackers. I don't usually buy crackers, but it was BARGAIN...coupon and everything.

Is it really that great of a bargain if you wouldn't have bought it anyway? Probably not, but my addiction to coupons/saving money/getting a deal is kind of pathetic. But that's a whole 'nother post. I digress.

So, I make it home with 3 boxes of RF Ritz. (yes 3...don't you judge me. I said it was a bargain, remember?) A few days later the girls are wanting a snack so I decide to whip out the crackers. That's when it started.

Once Brooke sank her cute little baby teeth into that buttery, salty goodness, she was addicted. Like 12-step addicted. Since then, I've caught her sneaking into the pantry and pulling down the box from the shelf and gleefully pulling sleeves of crakers out. Fortunately, she can't open them, but she does know how to use her whiney voice and stomping and crying to wear her momma down.

The other day I inadvertantly left an open package within her reach. She pulled them down, found an empty cup filled it with the ritz, and proceeded to press her chubby little face into the cup and inhale.

That's right. My sweet, angelic daughter huffs Ritz. The horror.