Pumpkin Carving...is not nice.

Last night we carved our pumpkins. Most people would not think carving a face into a pumpkin is mean or abusive, unless you are Addison. She carved pumpkins last year at Aunt Sara's, but I guess she did not remember that the pumpkins do not suffer in this process!! She sat at our table and watched Daddy cut the "hats" out and then watched him clean out the guts. She did not want to participate because it was, "wet." She sat there pretty much disgusted. Daddy drew his pumpkin's face on his pumpkin and began cutting it out with a knife. Addison was not impressed. She kept telling daddy, "No. Owie." In her precious little eyes daddy was hurting the pumpkin. It was time to cut the face out of her little pumpkin, the pumpkin she very carefully selected the week before, I was worried she would not let us. She watched intently as I cut out his eyes and when I poked out his nose it fell onto the floor. She said, "Nooooooooo." "Owie." "Nose." "Dropped it." She quickly picked up the pumpkin and said, "Sorry." and kissed and hugged her pumpkin. For the rest of the night she called him the "baby" and carried him around kissing and hugging and saying "sorry" to the pumpkin! She kept looking in the trash for her pumpkin's nose!

Beware angry, bees on the attack

On Saturday, I was viciously attacked by a crazed, possibly rabid honey bee or Yellow Jacket. Addison and I were walking the dogs at the river when the attack occurred. It was late evening when it happened. I don't remember the last time I was stung by a bee, but I do remember it not hurting like that. I was stung on the back of the neck. It felt like it kept stinging over and over again for at least 15 minutes. My muscles immediately stiffened and it felt like I had whip-lash. My head felt so heavy and I felt like I couldn't hold it up. I felt this way until the next day. It left a giant welt and red spot. A few minutes before the bee attacked me a little dog we were saying hello to also was stung. In all seriousness, I warn keeping your distance from fall time wasps and bees. They do seem to get more aggressive this time a year. In a quick search online I could not find any definite biological reasons why. So beware!

Addison was very sweet and kept checking on my "bee, owie" and kissing it better! I think this is why I recovered so quickly!

A Cold Homecoming

We attempted the Homecoming Parade this morning. Addison and I each had four layers on!! We lasted about 30 minutes!! It was cold, 12 degrees when we left the house. We found a spot out of the wind in a door way. Addison kept saying, "Cold. Go home!" We stayed long enough for Addi to get a piece of gum and an American Flag. We stopped for some coffee and hot chocolate. Addi took a sip of the hot chocolate, which had quickly cooled to luke warm and spit it out all over her coat. It was still, "Too hot.", according to Addison! It actually was her first cup of hot chocolate and I don't think she was expecting it to be warm. We left after seeing the horses and went to Benson's Farm to pick out our pumpkins. The greenhouse was a lot warmer and Addison had a great time wandering around looking at all the pumpkins.

"Scary"

Addison has started describing things as "scary"!

These things are "scary" to Addison:

Public restrooms when the toilet flushes. It is "too loud", she says.

The trains near our house when they bang together. They are too loud also.

Halloween decorations she sees in stores!

Dark rooms. "Scary. Light.", she says.

Spiders that she sees crawling in the grass! We found a HUGE barn spider crawling in our grass. The spider was between her and I. She said, "Mommy. Scary." I mean this spider sent shills up my spine. It was scary, but beautiful. It had a neat red hint to it's body. I helped Addi walk around the spider then we watched him walk around for a long time!

Uncle Spencer. Her big uncles have always scared her. We think it is there height and big hair. We thought she was over it, but the other day we dropped some stuff off at the Powell's house and Uncle Spencer was in the basement. Daddy took her down to say hello and she started wailing, "No. Scary. Momma. No. Scary." Oh, poor Uncle Spencer!