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Horrid Halloween

Halloween took on many forms for the Perry household. This morning gave way to a chipper start. I had to wake Andrew up from his slumber, he put on his Thomas the Train jammies without me having to tie him down AND he hopped, skipped and jumped into school this morning. Hallelujah for a good start to the morning! Since Andrew's school doesn't celebrate Halloween they had the kids wear their jammies to school and had a Fall Festival party. Works for me. Worked for Andrew.

Fast forward to 5:30pm. Said wonderful child is waiting for me to pick him up. I remind him we need to rush home and change into our Halloween costume. We're going to church to play and get candy at the Fall Festival. I should've known that Mr. Happy Go Lucky's wonderful attitude would come to a crashing halt at some point and time. He picked 5:30pm today to do so. All I heard on the short drive home is, "No, I don't want to XYZ." Over and over and over again. Fine, you don't want to go to church. Ok, we'll go trick or treating. Second verse same as the first. My mom was waiting for us at the house to tag along for tonight's fun times. It took us (I'm not kidding.) over an hour to coax Andrew into part of his costume. It finally got to the point where Nonnie was pulling the "wooden paddle" card. At 7:05pm we pulled out of our garage and headed to our church. We pull into the parking lot and there's big sign that says, "Fall Festival 5:30 - 7:30". I'm so irate at this point I pull the car out of the parking lot, take him straight to Auntie Heather's house and dare him to pitch a fit. He won't walk over to her to get his treats, I have to carry him. We leave with a bag full of sugary goodness and now he's happy as a lark. We take him to get some dinner and he's still happy. Get home and the switch has been flipped. At this point in the night we have ZERO pictures of Andrew dressed as Dr. McSteamy. I beg him to please stand still long enough to take a couple of pictures. I bribe him with pop pops and anything else I can. I finally managed to get a few good pictures. For the rest of the night I fight bath time and bed time. Put a fork in me, I'm over done.

Dr. McSteamy for all of you Grey's fans.

Yay for jammies!

I'm really ticked you're making me do this, Mom!

Trick or Treat!

Hello, Ladies. My name is Dr. McSteamy.

Digging in his bag of sugary goodness.

Look at me, I'm standing on the coffee table.

Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes

Betcha didn't know that the song Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes has new lyrics. Andrew came home from school this week singing his latest and greatest hit from school. Without further ado... Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes.

Head
Saucers (pronounced almost like sausage)
Sneeze and Toes
Sneeze and Toes

Head
Saucers (pronounced almost like sausage)
Sneeze and Toes
Sneeze and Toes

Head
Saucers (pronounced almost like sausage)
Elbows
Sneeze and Toes

Head
Saucers (pronounced almost like sausage)
Sneeze and Toes

Game On!

A bet has been extended. I'm all in!

H -
You in?

Kat -
You in?

Fed -
Good thing you're washing that shirt. You'll be wearing it again.

Anonymous said...

if uconn loses tomorrow, i will wear it to work next Friday, casual day...

If uconn wins, yall are wearing a uconn shirt to the blue white game...

Signed,
The Kid Who Lost The Bet

What Happens When You Bet Mama

Many of you know that I'm competitive by nature. This is what happened to a poor sucker at work who bet me that UConn (I know, keep the vomit down) could beat UVA. Said sucker had to wear a beautiful Duke T-shirt to a UConn game because he LOST to me. I'll let you be the judge, but I think it was a poor attempt on his part of paying up on the bet. I would have gladly admitted defeat (rarely happens) and worn the ugliest UConn shirt to a Duke game. I would have even glamorously worn the ugly shirt. I'm taking votes. Do you think he paid up or should he have to wear the shirt again?

Seeing this makes me laugh hysterically!

The Thompson's Newest Addition

MORGAN ELIZABETH THOMPSON
Arrived October 20, 2007 at 5:41pm
6lbs., 4oz
19 in. long

Congratulations Big Brother Davis (of course Mom and Dad too)!

Purple Haze

Well, it seems our beloved Pirates were in a complete haze last night playing the NCSU Wolfcrap. Er, I mean Wolfpack. I've never in my life seen such a gaggle of crap football. The highlight of the game... tailgating with Uncle Matt and Aunt Kimmy. Uncle Matt (AKA chef extraordinaire) was on top of his game yesterday with the menu. Granted I don't eat pork, but the rest of the gang ate themselves silly. Matt was nice enough to stop and buy hotdogs for me. Thanks for not letting me starve. Last night was a great night for football. Crying shame we weren't on the winning side of things. Oh well, there's always next year.

Go Pirates!

Arghhh!

Aunt Kimmy and Uncle Matt

The Floozie. Compliments of Auntie Heather.

Making Up For Lost Time

I haven't posted pictures in a long time (clearly obvious by the amount left on the camera). Here are some of our day with Colin and the pumpkin patch with Hayden. Enjoy!

My beloved sprinkler. It's our AMEX... we don't leave home without it.

Bye pumpkins!

My "perfect" pumpkin

This is MY pumpkin, Mom.

My buddy, Hayden. We had the best time at the pumpkin farm.

Total cutie.

Cheese! Andrew and Colin playing together.

How cute is he?

My big boy. Really stinkin' cute IMO.

Ladies Man

Handsome? Yes, I think so!

Proud? You bet I am!

Peas in a Pod

Like father, like son.

Back to Normal

It's been over a month since I last posted. I apologize a million times over for that. Life has been chaotic since I started back to work. I've made it 6 whole months back in the work force. I really like it. Don't get me wrong I miss my time with Andrew. The flip side is he's learned a ton at school, and is pretty darn smart if you ask me. His teachers always comment how great his vocabulary is and how well he speaks. His ability to relate concepts blows my mind. I'm done bragging, promise.

Some of you know and some are about to learn we are now on our 4th daycare. The first daycare was torture for Andrew, the 2nd daycare (Ms. Fin) was great except the fact she was running an illegal operation (sounds scandalous doesn't it?) by having too many kids in her care. The sad part is she was warned back in February about this. When I arrived to pick Andrew up from school the childcare consultant was waiting to break the bad news to Robbie and me. She told us Fin could possibly face jail b/c it was a felony offense to have more than 5 kids in her care. Needless to say that sent us in a tailspin. After a long search I found another in-home daycare that came recommended by another parent and the childcare consultant. We were with Ms. Shirley all of 5 days when she calls to say she has to have emergency open heart surgery. I promise in my wildest dreams I could not make this stuff up! Now we have to find another daycare and soon. It just so happens a brand new daycare opened right down the road from our house AND Allison and Sydney (twins from Ms. Fin's house) are going to be attending The Growing Years. At this point I'm quite confident I don't know how to pick a good daycare, so I enlist my wonderful mom in the search. We pay a visit to TGY and immediately are excited about the possibility of finding the "one".

Andrew started September 17th at TGY. The experience there has been unbelievable! He's settled in quite nicely and this past week marked the first time we dropped him off with zero crying or even acknowledging we'd left. What a huge accomplishment for him! Allison and Sydney also started this past week, which may have helped him tremendously. The girls seem to be doing well also. Andrew likes walking in with them in the morning. Did I mention they have webcams so I can watch him during the work day? I love it, I really love it!

I haven't taken any recent pictures of him, but since the pictures with Season he's grown a bunch. I'll take some today while we're out and about with friends at the pumpkin patch. I can note that he comes up to my belly button. Granted I'm not all that tall, but he's halfway theret to 4'9". I just hope he gets his height from Daddy and not Mommy's side of the family.

I'm still training for my half marathon. Things seem to be going well. I was able to complete 10 miles last Sunday. I believe I'll stick with that for another week or so and then crank it up to the full 13.1 miles. I've been asked why I don't go for the full marathon. My reply, "I'm crazy, but not THAT crazy." There aren't enough hours in the day to train for 26.2 miles. Sheesh, it makes me cringe just writing 26.2 miles. That would be like me leaving my house in Apex and driving to Pop's house or there abouts. No thank you!

Ooooh Halloween is upon us. We don't celebrate Halloween like most, but we do attend the Fall Festival at our church. I've got the best costume idea and I can't wait gather the necessary items for Andrew's 3rd Halloween costume. He's going to be "Dreamy". That's hint for ya.