Jelly Belly

Ballet Theater...Here we come!

Absolute cuteness are the only words that I have to describe these two goof-nuts!  Ms. JB wanted her little brother to be the prince, but all he would settle for were princess clothes.  Guess we need to invest in a prince costume?

Spiderman and Kitty Girl unite!

This year marks a first in which the Jelly Belly parental units actually OBSERVED their children on Halloween rather than FACILITATE their Halloween.  The Halloween advent calender brought us to the 31st day of October with a tantalizing piece of candy corn every day...and as quickly  as it came; Halloween left.

(Spiderman found a house that set up shop outside with a projection screen, heated patio warmers, and Moster's vs. Aliens playing.  It was a pretty funny sight..."your house is my house"...I guess?)

With a determined Spiderman and Kitty cat in tow, we scoured our Funberg neighborhood for candy and loot.  In anticipation of tired bodies and cold grumpy kids we brought the wagon as a back up and wouldn't you know it....not one Jelly Belly roosted in the beast.  Little Spiderman legs scurried alongside our adult strides and Ms. JB led the pack the entire night insisting that God made her walk fast and she just couldn't slow down.  The kids had a great time.  The weather cooperated.  The Aunties marked a visit and stuck around in order to let me woop them all at Mexican Train dominoes.  The night was superb and I can now relish in the great memories as they will continue to carry us through the next twelve months as we wait for Halloween to make its way back here again next year.

Houston? We have a problem!

Absolute denial should be this blog title, absolute denial.  My little 'baby' is NOT a baby anymore...as much as I would like to hold onto this notion, the laws of nature are overriding my bubble paradigm.  For quite sometime, Ms. JB has had this POKING protrusion jetting out from her lower jaw...much like an adult tooth.  Albeit...it is a tooth and it is here to stay.  For fear of the darn thing growing horizontal into her tongue, i have been bugging her to keep wiggling the baby tooth loose.  The baby tooth has NOT been budging whatsoever. 

After rest time I told her the old wives tale of tieing the tooth with a string to the doorknob and counting to three.  (I could and never would do this) I mentioned to her that trying the "apple" technique would be a safe way to go.  "Big apple bites with only your front teeth."  She was immediately thrilled with the idea and eager to try it out.  First bite loosened the tooth and the blood started to puddle.  I only encouraged her to eat more of the apple in order to avoid the whole...blood freak out piece.  After her "side-munching" apple biting, the tooth finally came out.  She was in absolute shock of the whole process and in complete awe of the end result that laid upon her open hand.

Where is that horse dear God?

Absolutely random!  The other day when Ms. JB came home from school she wanted a pencil and paper right away in order to write this message:

Please give me a horse God.