May I please have some more candy? - AKA Trick or Treat!

Happy 'go-knock-on-people's-door-and-get-candy-from-them' -day! (For a 2-year-old who speaks in full sentences but can't say an "L" that is a lot easier to say than "Halloween" ... "Hawoween"... yeah...). ANYWAY, whatever you want to call today, it was fun. Holden and I got to dress up, and then we walked around our neighborhood to go trick or treating with our Moms! (The Dad's stayed at our house to give out candy). As it turned out, the "trick" was in getting me to say "trick or treat" instead of "please may I have some candy?" every time someone answered the door. And the "treat" was how politely Holden and I said "thank you" every single time! Oh yeah, and our CUTENESS was a treat, too. Holden was Tigger, and I was a Cowboy!

To help get us in the mood, my Dad let us ride around on his back for a little bit before dinner. Yeee-haw! That was FUN! (Well, at least for us, who represented 74lbs of boy).

FASTER, horsey, FASTER! Awwww, great. We got the slow horse, and no spurs. (NOT that we're complaining! We had a LOT of fun, and it was VERY nice of Dad to let us ride on his back!). But seriously guys, let's get some gallopping in here. G-A-L-L-O-P. Not mosy. Key is *fast* here. Humpf.

WAKE UP, horsey! *pull* get uuuhuuup! *grunt* ...well, so much for that.

Ok. Time to put on the costume. I am feeling very 'in character.' Do you see my manly beard and bushy eyebrows? Yes, that's my Dad's gun holster that is swinging around my knees in a very manly fashion. I am a manly manly Cowboy! Although a few people thought I was Indiana Jones. Considering that my idea of both is pretty vague, either will do.

Uhm, what do you mean, I can't bring this amazingly high-tech laser gun (also known as a nerf gun with a red flashlight attached)? How do you expect me to rescue lovely maidens from evil bandits? I have some law and order to keep here! Or at the very least some bears to scare away from the cattle herd!

Ok, in 16 years (or maybe earlier) we're going to both hate this picture. But don't you think we are just the 2 cutest little, errr, BIG trick or treaters?

Ok, one final "cheese!" for the camera, now let's go!

Momma, today I want have a moustache! A brown one!

That's right. I woke up and rather than wait for my Momma to come get me, I went wandering around the house. I found my Momma in the bathroom putting on eye makeup. My comment? "Momma! Today I want have a moustache! A brown one!"

Well, folks, here it is. Handlebars and all. It survived breakfast, but didn't get much past 10am...

These, by the way are my friends Holden, Ezra and Tori. We are showing off the paper bag puppets my Momma made with us!

And here is my dry-diaper chart. I have pooped in the potty every single time for the last month now, so I think I officially count as "#2 trained"... now we need to work on keeping my diaper dry, too! For every dry diaper I get to color a pair of underwear on my chart. 10 dry diapers mean that I get an ice cream. And when I have had 50 dry diapers I get the little German "walking bike" I was supposed to get for my birthday, but couldn't because our household goods were still in shipment. (my Momma and Dad have been waiting for a good excuse to give it to me, because by next year it will be too small!)

Mark's digits

Yesterday I got to go to the doctor! All the medical mumbo jumbo aside, here are my newest digets:
I am 3'1" tall (about 94 cm).
I weigh 36 lbs (about 16.5 kg).
The doctor said I am thriving and developing well, physically, emotionally and mentally. She looked at my hands and feet and said I will definitely be a TALL man.
My earache is better, and my cough is nothing to worry about now that the fever is gone.

Fishing with Grampa and Dad!

Last week was a busy but fun week! My friends Holden, Ezra and Tori were here, and we got to play in my ball house (now that it is finally unpacked), and did lots of other fun stuff. Unfortunately I got a cough and earache at the end of the week...

Here we are throwing balls at my Momma... she humored us and yelped "Eeek! Oh no! Ack!" despite the fact that the net was preventing the balls from actually hitting her.

The duckies are back! Now that all the boxes are unpacked (5 boxes of books are still waiting for the book shelf to be set up), the duckies from Germany and the duckies from Pullman have been united. It's a herd! Or would it be a flock?

On Friday after my Dad's work we drove up North to Sequim. I felt pretty rotten, with a fever, earache, and cough. Here I am sitting with Marty, my Auntie's doggy. The camera didn't quite catch it, but we had the same puppy-dog-look on our face. And yes, I really was that pale. Momma and Dad didn't get much sleep that night... but I felt much better the next day.

On Saturday I got to go fishing! I was really excited to catch at least one "big BIG whale" just like the kitty in my book. My Grampa and Dad put on waders and stood IN the water. My Grampa caught a few really big fish, but we had to let them go.

Here Grampa is wrestling another fish. It was a big chum, so we had to let it go.

My Grampa gave me my very own fishing pole. He attached a line and a lure to it (no hook though). I had fun waving it vigorously before "casting" it into the water (the line was about 5 feet long total). It almost cost my Momma an eye a few times, but BOY was it fun. At least for a little while.


I got a little bored when my Grampa kept catching all the fish - here my Dad is unhooking yet another "chum" Salmon. Still no whales,though, unfortunately.


I just couldn't quite figure out why Grampa was catching all my fish. To motivate the fish to bite MY lure, I started throwing rocks into the water while holding my fishing pole, and loudly yelled "Here fishy fishies! Look I have some food and rocks for you! Here fishies!" It didn't quite work, but it still was very fun to throw those rocks into the water. My Momma even let me wade in the shallow water for a little bit.

On Sunday Morning my Grampa and Dad went fishing again, but my Momma and I decided to stay at Aunty Linda's house. We picked the bad apples off of one of her apple trees to feed the neighbor's cows!

The cows sure were friendly! The big cows hogged all the apples the first time we went there. The second time we were a bit more sneaky, and the calves came running while the big cows ignored us. I have to admit, while throwing the cows apples to eat was fun, I was more fascinated by the cow that decided to go potty right there in front of us...

Sweet moments (by my Momma)

Yesterday something happened that just touched my heart. Mark had been having a rough couple of days, not obeying very well, teasing and even hitting other kids, and fussing and crying a lot. To his defense, he has two shiny top 2-year-old molars to show for it. Grumpy and in pain or not, though, some behavior is just unacceptable! By the end of the day I was pretty worn out from comforting, mediating between kids etc. and Mark and I were sitting at the table having a snack together (the Tylenol I gave him for the teething pain was finally working!). All of a sudden, Mark put his hand on mine, looked me in the eyes, and said with complete sincerity "Momma, I'm sorry I sad and mad today! Now I feel better, I do better." It completely blew me away! I was so touched I almost started crying! My sweet sweet boy had just volunteered an apology to me for the first time for misbehaving (an abstract concept, as opposed to apologizing for hurting me accidently, which he is good at apologizing for). I gave him a big kiss and thanked him for apologizing, and told him that I forgive him and love him. Our little "moment" easily made up for those grumpy days!

Today my usual "sunny boy" was back in full force, jumping off the couch with Holden, Ezra, and Tori, running around, laughing, playing. Today was one of those days that made me think that I could easily "do" the "4 kid family thing"... although having 3 boys age 2 is biologically very improbable. =o)

For those of you who are wondering what the heck I am talking about, I watch a few of my friends' kids during the week: Ezra (2) and Tori (4) are siblings, and Holden (2). The three boys were all born within weeks of each other, and are great little buddies. Tori is a good "big sister" to the three of them. Beware though, it gets LOUD around here when the kids are running around together. But they have a lot of fun, and it is good for Mark (well, good for all of them, actually) to play with other kids. Today we started out playing with cars and jumping off the couch (the kids kept themselves busy playing together for a good hour!). Then we had snack-time, then did some drawing together, and then we went outside. The kids have found a spot of dry sandy soil next to the deck that they have pounded and dug into a "sand-box" which provides hours of good play time. Dusty/sandy dirt + sweaty playing kids does result in a good bit of mess, but that's what bathtubs and washing machines are for. Ezra and Tori were picked up at noon. Mark had had a bucket of dirt dumped on his head, so I actually stripped him down on the deck (Mark's comment "Coldy coldy cold!" and then sent him running to the bathroom while I took Holden's shoes and coat off and dusted him off a bit before bringing him inside. Mark and Holden took a bath (had to replace the water because it turned so brown from all the dirt in Mark's hair). Lunch, more drawing, playtime in the living room, then nap time after Holden was picked up. On Mondays we sometimes watch a movie together if the kids get too riled up, but the other days are "TV free" - not that TV is all bad, but I was raised without it, so always feel a bit guilty using "perfectly good playtime" to put kids in front of the tube.

Anyway. Here are two pictures of Mark that Ben took with his cell phone - just so I don't get any complaints about posting another picture-free blog post. Between watching the kids and unpacking things have just been too busy to take pictures of Mark...

Mark and Merlin. This is the world's most forgiving kitty. In his nearly 8 years of life he has never bitten anyone, and only scratched if someone was either trying to bathe him or was clipping his nails. People keep commenting on how "HUGE" Merlin is... to me he still seems small, because the other two cats I had in Pullman (now adopted by one of my professors) were 16 lbs each of pure loooong muscle! Merlin only weighs in at 10 lbs... the fur sure makes up for it though! My auntie Therese watched Merlin for nearly 6 months (THANK YOU THERESE!) until we moved into our house... it's nice to have our kitty back!

Mark taking a walk to the playground with Dad. Ben and Mark like taking walks after Ben gets home. Sometimes I come along, sometimes I enjoy staying home for a bit of solitude. Today I cooked some yummy dinner while they were out.

Our Stuff is back!!!! (sorry, no pictures for this post)

Hey everybody,
after more or less camping for the past 6 months (minimal furniture, toys, kitchen items, clothes), we now find ourselves surrounded by lots and lots and lots of boxes and dissembled furniture!
In my own words: "Our stuff is back! Is all all done being on boat. Men NOT take away our stuff again. Now find my penguin backpack?" (the penguin backpack has been requested several times every day, until today FINALLY it was found!)

The tally:
227 inventory items shipped from Germany. Includes furniture and boxes. Kitchen and dining room is unpacked. Most of the toys have been unpacked. Most of the big furniture items have been set up. Some are still dissembled, waiting for the missing hardware or parts to show up in a box! (We're confident they will, we've already found missing keys to antiques hiding in tin cans packed with the kitchen stuff, packets of screws and bolts wrapped carefully in towels, etc). All the boxes of clothes are still packed. Unpacking those will be a project for this weekend!

49 inventory items arrived from long-term storage in Spokane. These include such luxuries as a vacuum cleaner and kitchen appliances... toaster, blender, George Forman grill, mixer... and all our wedding gifts and other things we had in Pullman but didn't bring to Germany!

Another project for this weekend will be to heft the little baby items up into the attic. I have my very own Mark-room now, and as soon as my Momma is done refinishing my very own big-boy-bed the pack-n-play will be put away! THANK you to Grampa for painting my room!!!

Once unpacking is done my Momma wants to have a garage sale - we have a lot of duplicates from stuff we stored or bought in Germany, and we have some other things that we just plain don't need.