Happy Halloween!

I am excited for tonight, but a little sad too. Tyler thinks he's too old for trick or treating. Being 16 I don't see that there is a problem, it's not like he's 28 like me! I even have the perfect costume for him - a create a huge magnet he wears around his neck and then put little (fake) plastic baby chickens all over him. He's a chick magnet! It would be perfect, but he's not biting. Jeremy is going to dress up like a 70's Superman/Clark Kent (which just means the Clark Kent costume and a huge black afro) or he's going to wear a size 4 Toddler Eyore costume. WHATEVER - the point here is that he is going to go trick or treating with friends. Mykie, my little witchy-poo is going to go trick or treating with a friend and her mom too. That leaves my little dracula, Brigam with Mike and I. Maybe Ranch and Home trick or treating isn't such a bad idea after all. Quick and enough candy to keep the Andelin's in business for the next year. Hum....
I did my Halloween dress up already. The girls from work and I dressed up as storage boxes. I was Christmas Decorations, we had a St. Patricks Day Decoration Box, a Thanksgiving one and a Halloween Costume box. It was pretty funny. Note to all, going up the stairs in a box is quite a little workout. You'll have to work that new one into your workout routine! I'll post pics later. Have a great Halloween!

The Princess' Birthday

Yesturday we celebrated Mykalyn's Birthday. Unbelievably the girl has turned 11! She is getting older faster than I thought she would. I am still 28 and she is catching up fast! For her birthday, she got her ears pierced and was allowed to shave her legs. She is so very excited! I never thought Daisy disposible razors could get somebody to hug you so hard. She's had "issues" about the hair on her legs as of late. It was enough to stop her from wearing skirts, but now she is ready to "skirt" once again. In fact, she is already up and asking for help in the shaving department this morning.
Mykalyn is such a great little girl. I don't know why I was so lucky to get my one girl to be so fantastic. She is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. She is so helpful. She helps you before you knew you needed help. She's just that type of gal. I am so glad that she's my friend. Gotta go shave!

Burp Barfs

Last week was one of those weeks that I really missed my mom and dad being here. For those of you who don't know - they are on a 23 month mission in Mongolia (yes, even Outer Mongilia). I'm driving home in my car wishing I could call my mom to rattle off to her for an hour about nothing. Thank goodness for e-mail!
I also could have used mom and dad this week because there is only one of me and I have 4 kids (Mike works in Oregon - an hour away). On Tuesday, I had just dropped Brigam off to get on the school bus and was on my way to take Mykie to the dentist (by the way, don't let your kids brush their teeth on their own. No matter how much they squirm and scream when you pin them to the floor, sit on their chests and floss and brush for them - DO IT - it is apparently important to do. Cavities like it when kids do the brushing) when I get a phone call from the school. Brigam is supposedly not feeling well as he threw up on the bus. This confused me because there was no indication that there was a "pukey" child during our morning's activities.
I dropped Mykie off to face the dentist ALONE with her two cavities and 1 sealant. She's so brave.
I rush to the school to pick up my sick child. Seeing him sitting on the bed in the nurse's room puts me immediately into mothering mode. I rub his back and hold his little hand and ask him how he's feeling. He's fine. I asked him if he felt like throwing up again. No he doesn't. I asked him if he was sick this morning and didn't tell me. No, he isn't sick. I ask, so patiently I might add, why he threw up then. He informed me that he didn't throw up, he did a "burp barf". Trying to hold back a smile, I asked him why he "burp barfed". He said, "It was all this kid's fault on the bus. This kid on my bus picked his nose (his own nose, not Brigam's), showed his booger to me and then he ate it. It made me sick so I burp barfed!" At least I know that my kid doesn't eat what comes out of his nose. Needless to say, I have asked him to keep his eyes closed on his bus ride to school. Being in first grade, I don't think that Brigam has seen the last of those who cannot dispose of their findings appropriately.