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So this one time...

... I wrote this blog and it was about my kids and their adventures growing up. And then it just kind of stopped? Remember that? Well, I don't blame you if you don't because it's been THAT long since I've written anything about these adorably challenging children. However, a lot has happened since Annie started Kindergarten and I'd like to get all three of you readers up to speed.

So first, there was Halloween. I kid you not, Oscar ASKED to be Oscar the Grouch. I did not push him into it. His love of trash and penchant for looking like a monster just made it a natural fit. Annie, due to her belief in parity, decided to be Mason, because Roscoe had his turn last year. I got a little (OK, a lot) carried away making their costumes, but it paid off, because due to the remants of Sandy, it was COLD and windy. Oscar and Annie loved parading the neighborhood IN THE DARK! saying "Meow," and "I love trash!" I had a great time passing out candy to all of our neighbors and frankly, meeting most of them for the first time (by the way, we're horrible neoghbors).

Then there were BIRTHDAYS!!! Oscar is now three and Annie, six. How the heck did that happen? We celebrated with cupcakes at schools and a party at bloop (a frozen yogurt/toppings place with a party room. Why a party room? Because I clean up after these kids enough as it is, that's why). Oscar decided to embrace his new found maturity and give potty training the old preschool try. It's going, um, OK, although sometimes it's going on the floor, in the car, at GreatClips... We're working on it. I have not lost faith it will happen. That said, the washing machine is running pretty much 24/7. 

Annie at six is so amazing, honestly, so mature. I am actually a little worried by how mature she is. At her party she was giving her problematic party guest (no, it wasn't Oscar) a talking to, and telling him that if he didn't cooperate then we wouldn't be able to have the party. It was like looking in the mirror, but at someone with much better skin and naturally blonde hair. After that, I tickled her just to remind her to be a kid. 

As the official start to the holiday season, Oscar's preschool was invited to be a part of the Grandin Village Children's Parade at the end of which Santa makes a startling entrance on top of a fire truck (he's never one for subtlety). Oscar marched as one of Ms. Kelly's nine little Indians (P.C., I know) and was thoroughly confused as to why he was made to throw candy to children, yet none threw it back to him. The concept of sharing is clearly still a work in progress.

This Thanksgiving, we have Nana and Grandbob paying a visit from the north and Joanna and the twins coming up from the south. It's like we're Appomattox, but with plumbing and no weapons. My sister and I are going to do a 5K together called the Drumstick Dash, my first race ever. I shouldn't really call it a "race" so much as a suggestion to finish. My expectations are low. Annie, forever the hostess, is so excited for everyone's visit. Oscar is just looking forward to having more people to pee on the potty in front of, and I'm so happy to have all of my family in one spot for a few days. It's going to be all that AND a ladle of gravy.

Happy Turkey Day, everyone!