I made the boys sandwiches today and sat them down to eat. Caleb starts whining about how he doesn't feel good. It goes something like this.

Caleb: "I don't feel very good right now."

Me: "You're fine. Eat your food."

Caleb; "But I don't feel very good."

Me: "What doesn't feel good? Your head... your stomach...?"

Caleb: "My Sandwich!"


Well played, Caleb. Well played.

The Five Stages of Grief

The Allen twist...

Stage One: Denial. As in, "Not being able to breathe is no reason to go to the hospital."

Stage Two: Acceptance. No one would be entirely shocked and if the person chose to stop suffering, how could you hold it against them?

Stage Three: Laughter. What isn't funny when you are sleep deprived?

Stage Four: Bargaining. Not necessarily for ourselves. As in, "If you get better, Whitney will have a baby."

Stage Five: Dibs. As in, "I get the Kindle!" Really, I do. It has my sticker on it.

Halloween

My family scrapbook pages go something like this. Halloween, halloween, christmas, one fun family day, halloween. That's right. Halloween is the holiday I always chronicle. This year I dressed up three different times. I was a black cat on Thursday, a gypsy on Friday, and an egyptian on Saturday. It was fun. I don't like to buy things for Halloween, I just dig through the closet. That's how I end up dressing different for every party. It's just more fun. Sadly, I have only one picture of Halloween. Total. I suck this year. You can't see my Egyptian make up and barely see the gold braided into my hair. Adam couldn't wear his mask at church. Levi isn't even in the picture. He's on the floor in his car seat. He was a cow. (Imagine that!)




ps. Is Kyle the cutest golfer or what?