Halloween Antics

Okay, so its almost Thanksgiving, but better late than never!  I have been remiss not to share the fun that is Halloween.  Thanks to brother, we have Halloween costumes from years past to practice with.  The first being Blue and Steve.  I guess I must have known I was going to have another baby soon as I bought this Steve shirt for Scrumpy years ago.  How cute are they?

This pairing of course inspired me to find other fun partnerships to represent.  Thank goodness we have friends who have costumes to share!  Buzz and Woody met "Shadow" and "Funny Clown" at the Castro Valley Village to Trick or Treat the day away.  Never have I seen so many children!  The funny part was we ran into another Buzz and Woody and the Woody was named Ethan! 

After the Village, we headed to Nana and Papa's to take a few cousin shots and review the spoils of the day.  I do not know who gets more tired at events like these, the children or the parents.  The jury is still out.

Being carried by "Shadow"

Where did all my chocolate milk go?

Crossett Cousins

Winding down after the candy high

What Have You Been Keeping From Me

This summer, we finally broke down and started using the DVD player in the car. Scrumpy thinks it's about the greatest thing ever.

Just recently we finally turned Possum around And I think he just about went into shock! As if to say, this is what goes on behind my back?! It's hard being the baby.



Enraptured by the mini tv

Rite of Passage

Anyone who has been to Gramma's house in the past year or so knows about the sacred ritual of making cookies. While others have tried to replicate, thank you Auntie Em, nothing beats making cookies from pre-cut dough in a toaster oven at Norwalk. Why? Because when you are ready to go home, Gramma bags up ALL the cookies that weren't eaten, puts them in a ziploc bag and you are good to go for the drive home.

There is no question whether he should have ten cookies allocated to him or not, he gets them all. We have since prevented excessive cookie gorging by limiting the baking process to no more than six.

Well times are a changing! Now Gramma has to prepare two bags of cookies because Ethan is all about equal rights. Our only saving grace is he hasn't figured out how to count so we can get away with a smaller bag .....for now.


Don't think you're getting any Monks!



Gramma's cookies rock! 

Ethan Kineval

My little one has developed a fondness for climbing on chairs and tables. I am not sure when this started and he is quick as lightning.

The scary part is that he knows he's being bad, but doesn't really stop. I blame the stubborn gene on his daddy!





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Cutting teeth

It is 3 in the morning and we cannot sleep. Why? Because our little one is in the midst of cutting at least two molars. Even with significant dosing, he is still quite inconsolable. Poor Possum. Poor Mama and Daddy. Thank goodness Scrumpy learned early on to sleep through noise.



Not even a cupcake can help me


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Baby Julian and Me

Baby Julian came out to play! It's hard to believe that he is almost four months and Possum is 13 months! But they enjoyed themselves as well as babies can at that age. I look forward to capturing many more cousin moments for years to come!






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End of an Era

This week Becca gave Possum the very last bag of pumped milk. I cannot believe that not only did we make the whole year but we actually got a whole other month out of it! The second one is so much harder. Between work and the two babies I cannot believe I found the stamina and determination to wake up twice a night to pump in addition to nursing as well and find time twice a day at work to pump. I think about all those times and all those places I pumped just because I needed to make it fit. And here we are 13 months later. It is a bittersweet time for me. I took great pleasure cleaning and packing up my pump, throwing away my hoses and funnels. But I am a little sad because I'm pretty sure I am done with this phase of my life. I look at my little boy and am super proud that he is who he is all supplied by mama's milk --no formula!
If only I had this type of fierce dedication to working out.



Last bag of pumped milk


Savoring the bottle


So delicious!


All gone!

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