Halloween 2007

For Halloween this year Mykial was a pirate, a chinese princess, and a flower girl. :) Kaylee was a giraffe. I sported the Hippy look and was also Laura Wilder (little house on the prairie). Dustin was real creative and put on an old steve young jersey! :) So we had a few Halloween parties and had lots of fun. :)

As you can see in the picture, Mia didn't want to wear an eye patch for the pirate costume. But she did want make up on, so I improvised with eye liner. :)

Bree's Fish

my sister Bree (#5/5) tried sushi for the first time recently. And she hated the smell of the seaweed. She tried to recal what it reminded her of; it was the tiny gold fish she had won as a kid. She recalled bring it home proudly and grabing a macin jar to display it in. She filled the jar with water and dumped her little fish in. My dad commented to her that she had added too much water and her fish was going to drown.

Gotta love that!

I remember my father telling me that I was so special that he was going to put me in the special olympics. I was so happy I told all of my friends about at school regularly. I thought it to be a summer activity with my dad like basketball camp. I was greatful for the friend who finally steered me in the right direction or I still might be waiting for my dad to keep his promise!

Tasha, another sister (#4/5) sat at the dinner table rambeling on about something as young kids do. Apparently we were supposed to laugh. Someone said, "I guess you had to be there." Tasha crinkled her nose annoyed and said, "I was!"

Dad's Pink Socks

So you might notice in my blog that I will include many family stories, not just of my own. Lets just face it, their lives are more interesting!

My dad is color blind. As kids we loved to play the "daddy light bright game". Really dad was a good sport about the whole thing. We would put a little pink light in the light bright and ask dad what color it was. And he would respond, "Pink." We would laugh and giggle, "no daddy it's pink." And we would select another color with a similar response. This you have to understand was quite fun for children with a very competative father. I mean, this was one game we could ALWAYS win at! And it was beyond our minds, why dad didn't know the colors when we did! :)

So, one day mom biffed and ended up turning a load of white socks pink. She is usually nice and considerate of my dad's little disability. But this particular day, when dad got downstairs and realized he didn't bring socks, he asked my mom to go get them for her. (This was really a favor that he did her to keep her in shape! :) ) So mom thought it would be a kick to send dad golfing with his friends that day in pink socks. So she brought them to him. She quickly turned the corner so that he couldn't see her snickering. "LUANN!" he yelled. Oh darn, he caught me she thought, going back into the room. "This sock has a whole in it, " he announced. Mom so delighted that she could still play her little trick on him calmly took the holey sock and grabbed him another sock. So now he had a pink and a white one. :) She let him go golfing. When his friend Marcel came to get him, mom pulled Marcel aside to point out the pink sock. You know men might not notice such a thing, so all her trips up the stairs would be meaningless, if dad didn't get teased by his friends. Marcel was great, making sarcastic comments about his pink sock as he was TEE ing off. :) Marcel had a chance at winning that way! :)

Mommy NOOOO!!!

My dear little adorable daughter Mykial is reaching that wonderful "terrible" stage of two. She loves to eat sweets and when I sing will often put her hand up and say "Mommy NOOO!!!" I don't know why she doesn't like me to sing. I am no Star but I can carry a tune. So bless the children who so honestly tell us what they want! :) My other little one is 7 months now. Kaylee. She is a tiny little thing. She has been called a pixie, tinker bell and such. She is a cutie pie. She has managed to crawl & is pulling herself up onto furniture now. But hasn't mastered the art of sitting up really. I am wondering if it is the lack of a buda tummy.

Just for you

This is for you. Ashley, Tiffany, ... and any others who have heard some of my many crazy family stories and said that I should write a book. If I do it here first little by little then maybe I can get it into a fun book for my posterity. :) However, this is NOT for the boy - we will call him FRED - who sat in a huge group one night exchanging stories, and after a classic story of my family stood up, pointed to me and said, "That's why I could never date you! Your family is too wierd!" This is not for him. He obviously mistakingly thought that I was in line waiting for him or something... and he obviously can't laugh about anything. :) This is for you! But not FRED. Who coinsidently is the name of my sister's peacocking hand by the way!