Parable of the Pumpkin

Bentley's been begging to carve pumpkins for most of the month, but we've held off telling him they would rot before Halloween.

So he snuck out front and decorated a few by himself, which kept him content until we finally got around to carving.

We ended up with a lot of pumpkins this year. The garden that came with the house had pumpkins growing and we had planted some in our "Logan garden" too. So the boys had plenty to choose from. I'm not sure how Bentley picked his, but Lincoln chose the greenest one to carve.

We de-gutted them. And then Chod had the boys use a marker to draw their faces on.

Before he went at them with the Dremmel.

When he finished Bentley's and said, "Hey just like you drew it!" Bentley disappointedly replied, "That's not how I thought it was gonna look."

(I have the same problem with my ideas and what they actually end up like too.)

Criss Cross Applesauce

I feel like I've spent all day canning apple sauce and apple butter. I started while Bentley was at school and just finished mopping the floor.

Bentley and Lincoln took turns turning--even if they didn't want to share the responsibility. It was nice to have helpers in the kitchen.

I wish I was one of those people who feel a great sense of accomplishment after canning, but I just feel tired and I have burns on my hands and arms from the splattering applesauce. Maybe in the morning, when I see my rows of sealed jars I'll feel differently.

Exercising in the Bathtub

 This gem is from the beginning of the month and I just found it on my phone.

Exercising in the bathtub has not, nor will it ever be encouraged by this blog.

Oh My Bentley

Bentley's teacher asked that we fill out a little questionaire and he draw a self portrait. I gave him some ideas (one included googly eyes) and left him to his own devices. This is the result:

Let's start at the top. He has spiky hair and horns on his head. The blue dots on his face are moles, and the purple dots are freckles. He has green spiky teeth. And more spikes on his shoulders, claws on his hands, and my absolute favorite--purple jet pack engines on his legs. Oh, and he's wearing a cape.

I'm not sure what this says about his self perception, but I'm sure a therapist could spend days analyzing it.

One of the questions was "What is your favorite book/story?" I'm supposed to read the story to the class during Bentley's hero week. So when he answered, "The Book of Mormon!" I tried to persuade him to a different option. So he then said the Bible, and then The Doctorine and Covenants and finally we settled on 3 Billy Goats Gruff. Which I'm sure the class will enjoy listening to in its entirety.

Oh my Bentley.

Status on the House

1. We got the grass seed planted 11 days ago. Just in time for it to start raining every single day. Which is a good thing since if we would have waited it would be too wet to plant. It is starting to come up. And that is exciting.

2. Saturday we painted our last room. The pink room is no longer pink.

3. There are 4 closet doors waiting for their last coat of paint and the 3 downstairs doors are almost finished as well. But who's counting?

4. Chod has the baseboards for downstairs cut. They need to be primed and painted. Once they are painted, I'm done. The rollers, brushes, and drop clothes will be packed away and I'm hiding all the paint cans.


5. We have yet to hang anything on the walls....but the time is nearing!


6. Our first house guests arrive this weekend.

Rollercoaster

Not long after we were married Chod told me that he had always thought he would marry a girl who scrapbooks and loves rollercoasters.

And to that I told him that he should have done a better job of looking for those things in a wife, because I wasn't either.

I can handle the rides at Disneyland, but even some of the rides at California Adventure are too much for me. But that doesn't mean Chod has given up hope of vacationing in Sandusky, Ohio , rollercoaster capital of the world!

So when we got tickets to Frightmares! I knew he would be excited.

 

I encouraged him to leave me and the boys in kiddieland and hit up the big rides, but he insisted he wanted to stay with us. I think he was trying to persuade the boys into loving coasters as much as he does. Luckily for him, Lincoln was exactly 36" (they measured on every single ride) and would go on any ride Chod proposed. Bentley used me has an indicator and would only get on the rides I would. 

As we walked right onto rides Chod commented that our boys had no idea what it is like to wait in the heat in long lines in the summer--and they don't.

Bentley was freezing and ready to leave the park, but Lincoln wanted to close the place down so he and Chod stayed and rode while Bentley and I got the car. And then he still wanted more.

Looks like Chod's found a coaster riding friend.