And more Kelsie-isms

* "I have a favor to ask you: I don't need any help reading this book. I read the whole thing yesterday. That's my favor to ask."

* "It's my bottom, but I call it my butt because that's funnier."

* "Our house is an enchanted house. I'm very impressed."

* "I'm thankful for when Dylan gives me hugs."

* "I need to earn some more money. So I'm going to take some money out of my bank and put it in my wallet."

* "Mommy, if you write me a letter I'll give you some of my money. Then you can go to the store and buy me some of that Scooby Doo cheese."

Knock on wood

I hope I'm not jinxing us by saying this, but I cannot believe we haven't had to take Dylan to the emergency room yet. He hurts himself ALL THE TIME. Last night he threw himself over the side of the couch (we're still not sure if it was intentional) and went head first onto a wooden stool. Wound up with a big goose egg on his forehead and a nasty bruise on his shoulder.

Last weekend at the kids museum he fell as we were entering the museum and hit his head pretty hard on the ticket desk. Then a few minutes later he fell face-first off a step and got a bloody nose. A staff member even commented on how much he was getting hurt. Slightly embarrassing.

And his incident report folder at school is the size of an encyclopedia. He recently got 3 incident reports in 2 days. That's gotta be a record.

Here are a couple of his bloody noses. And if you look closely enough at the museum picture of him using the computer mouse as a phone, you can see some remnants of that bloody nose. (is it weird that I am documenting all of this?)



Are all boys like this? He has no fear. Good thing he's tough.

Kids Museum

We took the kids to a children's museum in Florham Park, NJ, to burn off some of their Halloween candy energy.

Pretend news room. You can't really see it, but the TV above her is showing her "reporting."


Hard at work on the computer:


Dylan, on the other hand, has only been exposed to our laptop and has never seen a mouse. He thought it was a phone:


Brian is so proud. Dylan did NOT want to take that tutu off.


Harley family:


And in a severe lapse of judgment, we thought that painting the fence would be a fun family activity. We underestimated the Dylan factor.

Halloween, part 2

Kelsie's school had a cute Halloween party. Then we went to Hoboken where they have a Halloween parade that anyone can march in (having been to Mardi Gras, Kelsie was underwhelmed) and all the stores and restaurants pass out candy for trick or treaters. Also trick or treated at some of the gazillion dollar brownstone houses to see how the other half lives (for the record, they sit on their stoops sipping wine and passing out candy with their doors and windows open so we can peek in and gawk at their amazing 3-story homes).

The mini-parade in the school:


Don't. Touch. My. Cookie.


Making her treat bag:


We changed Dylan from Superman into a cow. The Superman outfit kept riding up his legs, and we still don't know what happened to the cape. When you ask him what the cow says, he proudly answers "MEOW!" In fairness, he thinks every animal says meow.