Forgive My Absence

I still have two more days, but my to do list is a mile long, and I probably won't have a lot of time for blogging. My mom is taking us on a "jungle vacation" in Mexico. Picture Swiss Family Robinson living, with today's amenities, a private chef, and a cleaning crew. There's a mini-golf course on the property, an underground swimming cave, pool, hot tub, hut-style sleeping...oh, I could go on and on, but you can just check it out HERE. I'm excited BEYOND belief. The truth is, Rob and I haven't been on a real vacation in six years, so I think we're due. I'm sure I'll be posting a RIDICULOUS amount of pictures when we get back, but for now, I'll leave you with a few summer photos that somehow missed the blog...but were definitely worth posting.

Adios Amigos!

My Giant

Jude is getting too old to still be two. Too old, and too tall. I'm starting to get the nasty looks and eye rolls from places that allow kids two and under to enter free. Everyone thinks that I'm the mom who's trying to get freebies well into the threes and fours. I don't mind if people don't believe me, but I'm really starting to wish that he was three for his own sake. At our church he spends Sunday School in the Nursery (the room for babies 18 months to 3) and he seems to be a LOT bigger than most of the kids. It became apparent in the picture I took of him and his Nursery friend last week. (Actual photo below)

The good news is that as of January 1st, all of the kids that are 3 will move out of the Nursery and into Sunday School. The bad news is that Jude's birthday isn't until January 18th. He'll miss the cut off by two and a half weeks. Lehman's terms: he'll have to spend another YEAR with the 18 month olds. I hope he doesn't scare the little kids when he starts growing facial hair next year.

This is Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Love, Our little Spiderman, Spider and Witch

Autumn Afternoon

I Need Three Volunteers

I'm working on a project, and need some help. It doesn't matter where you live - just leave me a comment, and I'll tell you what it is. Your help is greatly appreciated, and it shouldn't take too much time.

My Twin?

A lady that I have known for a while, but has recently become a good friend, let me in on a little secret. Apparently she and her husband aren't very good at remembering names, so they make up in-home-nicknames for the ones they have forgotten.

She giggled a little as she said, "Ya know, before I really knew you, my husband and I referred to you as Kewpie Doll Face." I laughed and asked, "You called me WHAT?" She then laughed harder and said, "Kewpie doll face (pronounced Q-P doll)." I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about, but that I'd look it up when I got home.

When I got home there was an email from her. It read:

Tell me this isn't your face, Melissa!!

I've mentioned before that I am the queen of "you look so much like..." or "you remind me so much of..." But I have to say, THIS is a first. So, friends, what do you say? Is this really me?!

Punked

The BEST thing about this prank was that since we had gotten a new key for Greg's room, his old key was disabled. So at 4am (I'm still not sure why they were out so late) when they came back to the hotel, they were locked out. They had to go back down to the front desk, and get a new key.