Goodnight Anderson

So we put Anderson to bed around 8:30 tonight. He made his usual return to the top of the stairs, tonight needing one of his library books to look at. As it turns out, he took care of a few other things en route back to his room.

First, to set this up, you should know that when we put Anderson to bed we leave his closet light on with the door cracked. He's no longer allowed to have his bathroom light or the hall light on because when he gets up in the middle of the night and we've turned the lights off, it's a good excuse for him to come down to mom and dad's room and ask to turn the lights back on.

I just went upstairs and this is what I found. While the hall light was not on, he had opened the closet in the hall and turned on the light in there, turned on his bathroom light, and turned on his overhead bedroom light to a slight glow (it's on a dimmer). Pretty tricky of him, right?

Now for the best part, he was in bed with his blanket all folded up over his head. Apparently it was a little too bright for him to go to sleep. That kid...

Lindsay's parents were in town for the last week. We celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas with them. I'll get pictures posted on the blog and to Flickr as soon as I can.

Quote of the Day

Dad - "Andy, we don't smell our feet at the dinner table."
Andy - "Whyyyyy?"

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Catching up

Dear Blog,

I guess we have some catching up to do. You miss having pictures in your posts, and I can't blame you. My problem is, either the pictures are tiny and clear, or they are bigger and grainy...so while I like the Blog Editor in Flock, I'm going to make this post directly in blogger. I hope you like it.

Sincerely,
An annoying person who thinks it might be funny to write a letter to the blog, but is now realizing it isn't.

Here's Andy and Mom enjoying a nice book:


And here's Sully enjoying himself during the book:

A common site around our house:

Don't worry, we get this face even more often:

Sometimes (well, once), Lindsay and the boys came home to this (anybody want a dog?):

The boys and I played in the leaves in the backyard last week. It was lots of fun, just ask Sully:

There was a lot of work to be done:

This picture is hilarious, especially because it just randomly happened:

Poor Sully was sick today. All he wanted to do this evening was lay around without a shirt on because he had a 102 degree fever.

But even when he's sick, he still smiles and says "cheese" when he sees the camera:

So that brings you current through about 3 hours ago. Time to watch Gary Lezak's winter forecast. There's a chance of some snow tomorrow!!

Quote of the Day

"I want a train Bible! And it'll have a whistle that when I pull it...it'll go 'toot toot' and then fireworks will BLAST out of the top like a rocketship."

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Some new old pictures

I've posted July and August pictures on Flickr.  I'm slowly going to try to get Flickr updated for the last year and a half.  Enjoy - you can see Andy playing t-ball in July and Sully learning to walk in August.

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Quote of the Day

SPOILER ALERT

We're at the doctor's office today, listening to what's going on in Lindsay's tummy, and Anderson says it "sounds like a pony."  Wouldn't that be interesting come May 30th??

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Not a baby any more.

Sully had his last bottle a few nights ago.  He stopped having his bedtime bottle regularly a few weeks ago, but this was the end of the can of formula, so it was officially the last bottle.  It was kind of funny, because he couldn't really remember how to drink a bottle; he tried to drink it like it was coming out of a straw.

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Quote of the Day

Maybe I'll start a new short segment with quotes I think people would enjoy. Our first quote is from Anderson last night:

"What's that pouring in a bowl sound?"

Back-story: I (Brett) decided to be an awesome parent and eat the end of the Marshmallow Mateys after the boys were in bed. I poured a bowl, and before I could add milk, Anderson was a the top of the stairs with this quote.

When Anderson grows up...

On the way to church this morning, Anderson told us that he wants to get big so he can be an engineer (the train kind) and vote.

Pumpkin Carving

We had a lot of fun carving pumpkins!  At least that's the story we're going to tell:

Andy wasn't so sure about scooping out the insides of the pumpkin:


Here's mom attaching the pattern:

Here's Sully, enjoying the show (as long as he had food):


And the final product (it's Pluto & Thomas - but you knew that):


Ok, now that you've seen the "fun," let's get real.  Whoever came up with the idea of using patterns and making intricate carvings should be disciplined.  Seriously.  Why can't we just carve nice faces - a few triangles for eyes, a nice, toothy smile - and that's it?  Oh no.  Now we buy teeny tiny knives, make thirteen copies of a pattern, adjusting the scale 5% at a time to get it the right size for the pumpkin, try to tape an 8.5 x 11 sheet of flat paper to a round pumpkin (I'm not sure where you buy a printer that prints on curved paper, or where you buy the paper for that matter), then you hold those teeny tiny knives and try to carve out little slits for light to shine through, while not breaking through the miniscule bit of pumpkin left between the slots.  This gets harder as your hand cramp up and turns into claws.  Then, you realize that even though you carved out these tiny little slits in the pumpkin, the gunk inside the pumpkin is still blocking the light.  Oh, but don't mess up the millimeter of pumpkin between your slits when you're cleaning out inside the pumpkin.  (sidebar - it's really hard to not type "ing" at the end of pumpkin.  So, if you see the word "pumpking" in this posting, please translate it to pumpkin and move on with your life. Thank you.)  The whole time you're doing this, your three year-old, who you are sacrificing all future possibilities of being a hand model for, is whining about when the pumpkin carving will be done; but when you ask if you can just do a face instead, he insists that you can't.  Finally, you finish.  And they actually look like what you wanted them to look like.  But then you get this bright idea that you should call both sets of grandparents and get them on Skype to see the pumpkins.  So you haul the laptop outside (apparently our laptop is the size of a freight train - thanks HP), turn off the porch light, and try to show them the pumpkins.  Finally, you need to get a picture of this masterpiece.  So you bring in the pumpkins, turn off all the lights in the house, listen to your one year-old cry because it's dark in the house, and snap a few shots.  Oh, but it's not that simple, apparently the slow shutter required for a night picture is not conducive to a shaky hand.  (please reference the aforementioned claw hands)  So you finally figure something out (I'm losing interest in this story).  And there you go.  Have a nice evening.  I'm going to bed.

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A Percy Gallery

Anderson created this collection of 37 Percy photos just for you. Enjoy.


Created with flickr slideshow from softsea.

Happy Halloween

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Originally uploaded by Brett and Lindsay

Andy the biker dude.

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Originally uploaded by Brett and Lindsay

Andy had fun on Uncle Cory's motorcycle. Check out flickr for more pictures.