A note of clarification.

In hopes of avoiding confusion, concern or worldwide panic I hereby clarify that I am not nor was I 2 weeks ago . . . . pregnant. The belly was part of the costume. No cause for alarm - you haven't been left out of such tremendous news.

So did you figure out who we were?

Yup. Britney Spears and Kevin Federline, though he would have you call him K-Fed.

Alright. Now get back to work.

And one for the books. An official documentation of the whole stinkin' family. Bayley even squeezed her HULK in there (sans mask). We went to a friend's house for the evening and ate gooey foods and trick or treated their neighborhood with a few other families from church and thereabouts.

Sedona's first rounds of trick or treating. She performed an inspiring hop/march/hop for most of the walk and was insistent upon entering the houses she approached. The idea of standing on their step for a moment, whether receiving her spoils or not, didn't quite make sense. She figured we better go in and visit. Not to mention the confusion that ensued when she encountered a dog who enjoyed barking at her nearly as much as she enjoyed barking at it. Good times.

Up close. Close up. Here we are . . . but who are we?

We went as an unfortunately popular and frequently photographed couple.

The long awaited Halloween pictures!! Jordan and Sedona both decided to paint their own faces this year. Translation of intent: Jordan, a carnataur (trans.: meat-eater), with two blackened eyes after a squabble with a Diplodocus's tail (a rather large long-necked plant-eater), and blood pouring from his mouth after an eventual kill. A much more impressionistic approach from Sedona. . . a frog before the frog has its skin (trans.: didn't have her costume on yet).

You'd think something dreadful would have had to have happened for this kind of upset. But in the world of Sedona this is what happens when she would rather jump in a creek than play on the playground.

Remember the post about grape eaters last spring (see March or April, I believe)? Well here they are in action. Sedona, Bayley and Jordan went to town on a grape vine in some friends' yard. Jordan ducked behind the grapes but these two couldn't hide. It was almost a repeat of our tomato plant incident -which I will tell you all about in another post.

Autumn in our yard. The carved pumpkin is Jordan's bat. He worked so hard on it and even painted every inch in exquisite detail. Sadly, using washable paint on an outdoor pumpkin is not a smart idea. It all washed off but the shadow effect accomplished by painting the inside of the carved edges is still pretty well preserved.

Stop and smell the flowers. Careful not to fall in, though.

Stay tuned . . .

I'll do my best here to provide some written relief to accompany the photo frenzy but really, I'm just writing to stay tuned for Halloween pictures. They should be super hot. I'll leave you all in suspense as to what we dressed up as but I will say that 4 costumes were worn. I won't say by who (m? - if only I had an english degree. oh wait. crap.)

In recent events:
Jordan pulled tooth number two this morning before school.

Jordan has an ear infection and is wheezing again after 2 wheeze-free years so he will be befriending the nebulizer fish/dinosaur breathing mask once again - at least for a short time.

Sedona has taken to road rage. That is, when in the car, she rages and roars and screams and squirms. Apparently, we are interrupting some pressing matters she had planned elsewhere and anytime I put her in the car this week she freaks out. It's neat. Really. It is.

As for me - I regret to report the murder of a lucky bamboo stalk. It started to turn red and mushy at the bottom and silly old me got carried away and amputated. Surgery was well underway when I read "WHATEVER YOU DO _ DO NOT CUT LUCKY BAMBOO! IT WILL NOT SURVIVE!" Fine timing that was.

Jeremy is working and will present a lesson tonight on authority and authorship. I was a guinea pig and it has to be said - the kid's got something else. I want to be in his class.

So there you have it. Surprised I've held up my vow to correspond more diligently, aren't you? Yeah, me too.

Stay tuned for Halloween pictures in the coming days. We will be in Chicago this weekend so if they aren't in by Friday morning you will just have to wait until next week.
Ha Ha Ha - wicked Halloween cackle.

So when your hair is pink and you want some documentation of the fact and you have a husband who isn't all that into commiting daily life to film, you resort to dorky pictures of yourself that make your nose look unusually large. But there it is. Pink. Jana. Pink. Jana. Pink. I can't quite believe it myself but things needed a little bit of rustling up. So I rustled and turned my hair partially pink.

Mid September we met Grandpa, Grandma Pam and Joey at Kickapoo state park and the boys did a bit of canoeing. We were scheduled to spend the night, had everything set and ready when Sedona barfed all over the food tent/gazebo. And so we packed it up and drove it all back home. 7 hours on the road (round trip) and a mere 6 hours of pre-puke fun. Do everyone's kids puke this much? I'm a lucky lucky woman.

Miles, Jordan, and Sedona

Again with the highchair but with the added benefit of 80's flair. For some reason she insists on pulling her arm out the tops of long sleeved shirts. Here is but one example. Rather stylish, though.

This one is for Papa. The napkin, the pizza, the whole deal. I think there was even mention of fettucine alfredo.

Hardly looks like the same child as the Dr. Seuss shot. Ahh - so peaceful. I realize that there are a disproportionate number of pictures of the child in the highchair. My only explaination is that it is just about the only time she holds still long enough. In fact, she holds still and she falls asleep. Busy busy busy.

Straight out of Dr. Suess, I'd say.