According to Millie

Regarding the spooooky cave that Grandpa Bullough made in his basement for the kids last weekend: "That was the best surpise ever!"

My sister had the presence of mind to bring her camera to the party so to see the kids in their Halloween costumes go here:

http://happyheberhicks.blogspot.com/

Thanks for documenting that one, sis.

Last Week At Gardner Village

Loose Toof

We're loosing our teeth over here. Or, at least Millie is. Tooth #1 was lost about 2 weeks ago. It hung on for dear life all sideways and jauntily askew for days and days. In an attempt to convince Millie to take matters into her own hands and pull the dang thing out her Uncle Shawn asked the following question: "What if you really loose the tooth?" As in it falls out and you can't find it. Will the Tooth Fairy still come?" Without a moments hesitation Millie replied: "When I have sweet dreams I smile in my sleep and the Tooth Fairy will see my gap." I don't know where she comes up with this stuff, but it's certainly a compelling argument. Later that night Jason helped that tooth wiggle right out of her mouth.

Tooth #2 was lost last week. Millie was VERY brave and pulled it out herself.

We're Here!

I've got photos and thoughts that deserve posting, but they will have to wait until this stupid stomach bug works it way through us. Fun stuff. Wanna come over?

Candle Huffer

So Laney has been driving me a little crazy lately. She has been nutty about wanting to smell all of the candles we have in the house and there are many, not like my-house-is-a-Pottery Barn-many, but many nonetheless. She wants to carry them around and take them with her when we run errands. I'm fine with her smelling them, but I don't want her carrying them around since they:

1. Are in glass containers
2. Are heavy
3. Can smash her toes if she drops them

I've been letting her smell them when we're in the house and I'm supervising her. As I watch her try to cram her entire face into the top of the candle, I am reminded of when I was pregnant with Millie and the smell of meat was enough to send me wretching into the bathroom. If Jason wanted to eat meat he had to cook it himself. Outside. While I stayed as far away from him as possible hunched over a candle huffing away at it like some desperate teenager with a paper bag full of glue. It was the only way to keep the smell of that damn meat from tainting my delicate nostrils. Those were the days.

Artist

Last night over dinner we were discussing Millie's excitement over it being her turn to have the class Sharing Time Bag. She decided the item she wanted to share with her class was her Bee Diary, a notebook with bees on the cover. She ran and got it and then proceeded to show us page after page of her drawings and writing. We had to guess what each drawing was.

She showed us one in particular that, to me, looked like a striped soap dispenser. To be generous I guessed it was a zebra (nope) and then a penguin (again no). Finally we convinced her she should tell us what it was because really, the guessing could go on forever. I mean, one of the previous drawings was a rain dance, so you see how obscure it could be. Somewhat exasperatedly she proclaimed, "It's a candy cane duck! It has mint and meat!"

We Have Fish!

A couple weeks ago J was in Alaska with his dad for a testosterone-injected fishing trip. We have lots of halibut and some salmon, so come over for a fish fry.