Way back at the end of September the kids and I drove to Richmond for Mamie's Third Annual Fall Fest. It started with bobbing for apple. Cakes grabbed one rather easily. Silly had a bit of a disadvantage due to the absence of several teeth and Bubba sat quietly on the step, waited until all the big kids ran off the show Mamie their apples, then looked around really quick before casually reaching his hand into the barrel, grabbing an apple, and yelling, "I got one!" as if he'd bobbed for it like the other kids.
They also made some fun little monsters using candy and toothpicks, ate donuts, and the boys drank endless amounts of apple cider. It was chilly but not too cold, a perfect night for a fire to roast some hot dogs. All three of my kids really look forward to this event now and wonder what fun things Mamie will have planned next time!
Cakes participated in the swim team's wacky relay races which consisted of riding a pool noodle like a bicycle, changing clothes, swimming the backstroke while keeping a rubber ducky on your head and swimming while pushing a watermelon. It was quite entertaining.
As mentioned earlier, Bubba is the cutest little guy ever to ride a scooter:
Although, not the greatest at remaining seated while his brother pulls him around in the wagon. He decided to try standing, fell out, and hit the back of his head on the concrete. That led to an ER trip after he started acting very un-Bubba-like, and threw up repeatedly in the car on the way there. One clear CT scan later, I took home a little boy with a concussion and instructions to keep him as still and quiet as possible for the next 24-48 hours. Not a very easy task when his altered state consisted of being wild and crazy compared to his usual mellow self. And it made me afraid to take my eyes off of him for several days.
We all went to an air show and were extremely disappointed, Silly most especially, who had looked forward to climbing in and around all kinds of aircraft. There were hardly any planes to even look at and only one plane and one helicopter we could climb into. Super lame.
And now onto Halloween! Bubba was super excited this year and declared quite early that he wanted to be Spiderman. Silly wanted to be a ninja (doesn't get much easier than that!) and Cakes decided on a candy corn. Around here you just never know if it will be 80 degrees or 40 when it comes time to go trick-or-treating, this year it was cold so I had to go to the store Halloween morning for a few cold weather adjustments.
There was quite a lot of commentary on their trick-or-treat bags this year. I don't remember hearing anyone comment about them before, but this year just about every woman who answered the door to pass out candy commented on their super cute bags. Thanks. :-) I did finally make two more bags this year, so they each have one plus an extra. I carried the extra bag around to hold whatever they didn't want to carry anymore if their bags got too heavy. Bubba was quite hilarious to watch with his heavy bag. He would not let us help him and I think pretty much everyone gave him more candy than they gave Cakes and Silly, because he's just so stinkin' cute! He was also funny because he was a little off on the sequence of what to say when. He would ring the doorbell, hold out his bag, then say trick-or-treat after he got the candy and quietly say thank you as he ran away. Maybe next year he'll get it right. Silly hardly said anything to anyone and we had to pretty much threaten him that we wouldn't let him go up to anymore doors if he didn't say trick-or-treat and thank you every time. Having cute dimples isn't enough to compensate for bad manners. At least Cakes did it right.
They came home and immediately dumped their bags out; there is a whole lot of candy in this house!
And that's the end of that!
