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Blogging from the bathroom as you can see by the row of bath products behind me. Not doing anything I cannot talk about though. Somedays the bathroom is the only place I can escape, not that today was one of those days. Today was good.

We made a couple of ghouls as mentioned previously, Gentry crushed one and decided I deserved the lesser of the two. As usual.

We also went to the library. We do this every week, it is nice to get out and not spend the moneys but get to come home with a bag full of lovelies. I LURV the library. We even attend library events, which draws quite the crowd. Crowds are not my favorite, especially at Wal-mart which I have not been to in a long time. Like nearing two years I bet. Take that you big man eating machine.

I was at Wal-mart one time and saw a customer spit on a worker. On purpose. I swear. It was a big brawl in the parking lot and scared me even though I was not even that close. But I started to think about the car bomb he had that he was going to use as I drove by and you know, the usual death threat type stuff.

Also, one time at Wal-mart, this was pretty close to the end of our relationship, I was trying to get some things for my sisters birthday party. There were a lot of people there because it was a Saturday night and I seriously had thoughts similar to, if not exactly like the following, “Get out of my way before I ram my cart into you.” Except in my head it was a lot meaner. So say it again, mean. Give it to me like you mean it. I figured after that Wal-mart and I needed to end our sordid affair, and I did.

Crowds and I just don’t really get along. Ever. I get bristly and start elbowing people, or thinking about it anyway.

A little bit of rage in here I bet.

Not pregnant. Like usual. But I saw a link to these beautiful maternity clothes that make pregnancy seem a little bit more of something I could consider.The company is Isabella Oliver. The clothing makes me swoon.

Flirty denim skirt.

Um, hello gorgeous ruched skirt.

Wrapped sophistication.

Long and sexy skirt.

Gorgeous and gorgeous. I am drooling and cannot get over how beautiful these are.

Goddess dresses here and here.

Seriously though, I love these clothes. I wonder if they make them for not pregnant people. I would seriously be all over that.

:: so many tomatoes I don’t know what to do with them any more ::

:: a freezer full of homemade spaghetti sauce ::

:: fun little outings by ourselves :: we were alone in the theater ::

:: crisp autumn days ::

:: pumpkin flavored everything :: not pie though :: just the flavor ::

:: warm sweater weather ::

:: curling up in bed and truly needing to warm up ::

:: nearing completion on batman costume ::

My friend Natalie, who loves her dog, sent me the link to PaperCritters. She thought I would like them and she is correct in this assumption.

I would like to direct your attention to these Halloween Zombies. I think Gentry and I need to get our ghoul on, because these would make a pretty happening centerpiece for our table.

photos from my first paying photo gig. I am pretty proud.

What the heck is this shooting pain up the back of my head?!?

:: this cute boy::

:: presents from family :: we were so happy to increase the orange art products here :: were were running devastatingly low ::

:: making batman costume :: have plans for more costumes for other upcoming events ::

:: taking days off to enjoy other favorite hobbies :: jj taking days off to help at home :: playing catch up is hard though ::

:: having a clean home ::

:: breakfast for dinner :: with peanut butter :: mmmmmmmmmm, peanut butter ::

:: preparing for fall and warm fun times ::

He looks good playing though.

I am glad that JJ was the coach.

So, Gentry has been on a soccer team for about a month. He is three, so I was not really expecting much. Good thing, because although he is darling and the moral builder for the team, he never scored a goal and he kicked the ball about once per game. I don’t really care though. He was the boy who would go and give hugs to the other players and make sure they were ok when they fell down. When someone would get a goal, he would start yelling and giving high fives. Really, I think he did a perfect job and I am so proud that he was such a good team player.

The thing is, some of those parents were crazy. And if you read this and are offended, do not even think that I care. Becuase, um, hello, our kids are three and they just don’t get it yet.

So, can I just say, crazy sports parents kept me up last night with fret and I don’t know if we want to keep playing sports if all parents are jerks like that.

Um, do any of you have experience with this? Because I seriously don’t get it.

My cousin, Sarah, recently wrote this about turning 25 and viewing life as a child and an adult.

It made me think about the joy of being a parent. There are times I want to run away from here and I cannot take another punch in the face. But there are also magical times, times that I would never give up, and they are usually the most simple things.

There is something about being a mother that makes you so vulnerable to the simple awareness of your child.

When Macie was born and I went to see her for the first time, Gentry said to me, “You don’t need to hold her, she already knows you.” Tears instantly sprang to my eyes, I was shocked by his insightful and innocent comment.

There are so many times that he is in awe and I surrender to the emotion of watching him live and learn.

I cannot even think about going to Disneyland with Gentry, talking about it to other people makes my lip quiver. I have been talking to JJ about taking him in February with my cousin who lives near there. JJ was sad about the thought about not going with us on his first time and I cannot say I blame him. The magic of having him there would make my heart melt, until he started punching me.

It is the same with Christmas. It is one thing to be a child experiencing Christmas and so much better when you are providing the magic for someone else.

I feel like the narrator of his life, and I know this will only last a little while. Eventually he is going to tell me to take a hike, he wants to experience it all his way. I will have to retreat. Somehow though, I hope the magic stays.

I love being reminded about old things by someone with new eyes.