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The Crow!

My dad has a wicked sense of humor. He always has – he is legendary amongst the family. And my mom swears up and down that one day, she will, in fact, get him back. So anytime we can hatch up some kind of crazy plan to get him, we do.

Back in October, when we went to Lauren’s wedding in Dallas, we were perusing the Pottery Barn and we cracked up over their Halloween decorations. There was this big black crow, and Dad held it up and I took his picture with it. “Look real scared,” I said. We all laughed.  I think it goes back to our shared love of Alfred Hitchcock – who doesn’t love The Birds?

A week later I was walking through Michael’s and lo and behold, there was the exact same crow. I couldn’t help myself – I bought it and hatched a plan. Jude was semi-scared of the crow, but the minute I told him it was Dan-Dan’s (his name for my dad), he was like, “oh. Okay.”  Now anytime he sees a crow, he says “Dan-Dan.”

One afternoon, we showed up over at Mom & Dad’s. Dad was taking a nap, and so I took the crow out to the garage with a roll of tape. In the back of Dad’s SUV, there was this huge cardboard box, and I taped the crow to the lid of the box so when Dad backed the car out of the garage, there would be the crow, like it just flew on in and perched on the top of the box. I showed Mom and she started to laugh.  The next day, I got a phone call – he didn’t even see that crow until he almost got out of the neighborhood onto the main street! He said that there were these big black crows that had been hanging out in the neighborhood lately, and then as he was driving, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw the fake crow and thought, “Oh my gosh, how did one of them get in the car??!?!?!”

Anyway, it was a good little prank, and we’ve been having good fun with the crow ever since. One day, Mom set the crow up with breakfast:
At Jude’s birthday party, in particular, we all took “scared photos” with the crow, and I keep forgetting to post them.

Enjoy our craziness! 😉







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Further Confirming Our Insanity

Ok, we are all officially nuts. NUTS. After Jude & Noah’s costume party, Dad was remarking that we had so much fun with all the wigs that everybody brought were the life of the party. I think the exact phrase was, “We should bust out the wigs at our next party!”

So, we took him seriously. Maybe a little too seriously.

In the month of November, we have 3 birthdays: Dad (Nov. 5th), Luke (Nov. 10th) and Eric (Nov. 14th). So we did a big combined Wigapalooza. Amy ordered in meat from the Salt Lick BBQ in Austin, TX, and it was incredible. There was also quite the selection of cheeses. And for dessert? A spread of individual slices of cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. I mean, it just doesn’t get any better than that.

It was a wigapalooza!

Unless it’s all happening when you’re wearing a crazy wig.

Mullet Simon

Me-YOW. Am I a lucky gal or what? Billy Ray Cyrus, you got nothin’ on Simon.

The Wig Spread

Here’s all the wigs laid out on the dining room table. And it’s true – there’s something about a wig that brings out the funny in everybody. It was pretty hilarious.

laid-back Earl

Everybody that put this wig on manages to look like a laid-back surfer dude. That whole, “I just rolled outta bed and into the surf” look.

70s Chrysi

let's adjust that mullet

Wigged out - Rachel

One moment, please

sporting our wigs

Dad in a mullet
Mom made Dad take off the mullet wig – she said he didn’t look good in it. LOL Actually, the mullet wig was probably the one wig that really looked awful on everybody.

Pirate/Gypsy/Fortune Teller Simon

Happy happy birthday to Dad, Eric, and Luke! It was a grand occasion!

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A Parenting Moment You Just Don’t Anticipate

Sunday mornings are very busy around our house. We are generally scurrying to get ready for church on time, and make sure we have all the appropriate accoutrements for Jude’s tenure in the nursery. Or, heaven forbid we should have to remember something else to bring. Like food for the Sunday school class. Or, I don’t know, my Bible? I’m just grateful I get out the door with my hair somewhat styled.

This past Sunday morning, all three of us were in our somewhat smallish (yet mercifully larger than our old house’s) master bathroom. We only had 2 towels between the three of us — Jude had peed all over the floor and I had to grab the 3rd towel — that I typically use to dry my hair with — to dry it up. I took my shower first while Jude skipped in and out of the bathroom, intermittently flushing the toilet, which is his most favorite activity. It’s like he intrinsically knows that it drives me absolutely insane, and yet I don’t want to squelch his desire to flush. Because let’s face it — nothing’s grosser than a non-flusher, non?

As I step out of the shower, I reach for my one towel, and decide to use it to wrap my wet hair in, leaving me, ahem, in the buff as Simon steps into the shower behind me. He begins to wash his hair, and Jude is squealing. He is reaching to flush the toilet for the billionth time and I tell him no.

As I turn around to assess the hair situation, I lean forward over the sink. And suddenly, I hear a primal scream, and then in the mirror I see the reflection of Jude as he comes racing toward me with two hands —


Yup. My child just totally slapped my rear. With both hands.  On both, um, cheeks.

You know, I would have totally kept my cool, except Simon just completely cracked up and then I lost it too. We laughed until we cried.

And then I ran to put on my underwear.

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Caught in the Act!

I get really excited about decorating for fall. I just can’t resist pumpkins and gourds and acorn squash. I love them. Last year, at our old house, I had purchased all these pumpkins and gourds and put them out. We lived on a really busy corner, and within a few days, some of my pumpkins were stolen. I was pregnant with Jude at the time, and my hormonal rage took over. “Who steals pumpkins from a pregnant woman!?!?!?!” I huffed into the phone to my husband. As if the thieves knew they were stealing from a raging, angry hormonal pregnant woman.

Perhaps I have now found the culprit.

I give you suspect A:Description: cute, furry woodland creature. Almond-shaped eyes, enormous tail nearly the size of body. Scatters at any sound. Lured by pumpkins.

I swear, we live in a neighborhood that has a squirrel population greater than the human population. They are everywhere. Digging little holes in the yard, scurrying along the back fence. And now, apparently, I see they are avid pumpkin lovers. At Simon’s birthday party on Friday night, numerous family members commented on my little pumpkins being eaten up on the front porch. There were seeds everywhere! I had noticed one of the pumpkins being eaten. But this morning, as I took Jude up for his morning nap, we stopped to look out the window, as we like to do. And there, caught in the act, was the squirrel, his body nearly entirely in the pumpkin as he was gnoshing away on delish pumpkin flesh.

If you need someone to clean out a pumpkin before you carve it, I’ve got your man! Notice also, the entire stem is gone!


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Did we get TP’d?

Because if this is the state of TPing these days, things just aren’t the same as when I was a kid!

I opened the window and looked out at the front yard on Sunday morning, and saw this pile of toilet paper out in the front yard. Hmmm, I thought. What happened here? There is no other evidence of TPing anywhere else around us. So strange!

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