A Perfect Day, Or What?

Is there a better Holiday then Halloween? Not if you spend Halloween with the Brown Family, that's for sure! But holidays that end up being this great sometimes take a little magic...or maybe a little pixie dust
 

(Nora Bug saw Tinkerbell on t.v. and ran right up to the screen saying "ohhh, pretty, ahhh, pretty" Tinkerbell it is!)

  

It takes a lot of demanding...'lovely suggesting,' to get that sweet-hunk-of-a-Captain-Hook/Jack Sparrow into his costume so I can get one picture of our coordinating costumes. Unfortunately, we were too lazy to put too much effort into finding a more Captain Hook, less Jack Sparrow wig and hat. And don't even get me started on why I was Peter Pan and not Wendy (Go ahead and look in your local DI or Savers or both for a baby blue night gown and I just dare you to google Wendy Darling costumes. I am pretty sure google did not see the same Peter Pan movie I saw when I was little. Really? There is a huge difference between a baby blue night gown and a baby blue nightie, I promise) So Peter Pan it is. I definitely caused a few eye brows to raise at the local ward trunk-or-treat for my cross dressing stunt. I stand by my costume that night, which was in fact not Peter Pan the boy, but Mary Martin, the woman who played Peter Pan in the original Broadway play. 



(Have you noticed that the majority of the pictures I post of baby girl are her with crazy cheeto or licorice face, that's how we roll)


Our magically busy day started with a trip to good ol' G-ville where we got to see Great Grandma Skidmore and Great Grandma Brown, Grandma Brown, Aunt Kim and the cute Cousins. The little pixie started her trick-or-treat debut with a route around Great Grandma's retirement home. She was a little confused as to why people were giving her candy but she quickly got the hang of it and ended up just walking around holding her hand out to everyone, including those who were visiting their family members. She did say thank you like a little champ though.

Next on our route was Great Grandma Brown's house.

 

Tink, Cinderella, Harry Potter, and a pink fairy take a break and have a snack to recharge those trick-or-treating batteries. Who needs pixie dust when you have skittles?

 

(Look at those super cute cousins!)

After a much too short visit and too long of a drive, me and the cute little fairy princess were back to Layton for the annual Page Family Halloween Party.



 

We were off once again for a little trick-or-treating. This time with a zombie prom queen, 2 zombie hunters, a ninja, little red riding hood, the big bad wolf, a kitty and a pirate ( Not Chris he only put the costume on for the picture at the very end of the night. My Sis-in-law was a pirate) 

 

 

Nora had so much fun running door to door with the cousins. She kept up pretty good, especially with the encouragement of the cousins.

 

 

She did good with scary things. Nothing seemed to faze her, not even blood and guts.

 

 

 Not disgusting food. No pictures of the food, but you remember how we do Halloween. Not the headless horseman...what? A real headless horseman you ask?

 

(Awesome, right? I mean just look at that picture, real horse, no head...awesome!!!)

She really wasn't fazed, until my parents fog machine came on. When she saw the smoke, she ran to my arms as fast as those fairy feet could fly, saying "No, no, no"

 

(This is right before she jumped up and ran to me. She is eyeing that fog as it gets closer and closer)


We ended the night by shoving our faces with candy. Tinkerbell loved the suckers best!

A little icing on the cake was a sugar induced, tackle Grandpa because we have more sugar in our systems then our little bodies can handle.

What a great holiday. We did a lot of running around and Peter Pan and Captain Hook were pretty tired by the end of the day. But not too tired to take this little gem of a picture. Chris sure did pick a winner

 

 



Halloween...Yes Please!

hAlLoWeEn Has come to the Brown household!!! How can you tell? Could these little artistic gourds have clued you in?

Because we are so organized when it comes to our family activities, we didn't wait until 2 days before HaLlOwEen to pick out our pumpkins. Nor did we decide at 7:00, when it is nice and dark, that we should go to Black Island Farms for a hayride though a pumpkin patch to pick out our most perfect squash canvases.

 

Luckily, I am a super prepared "Mormon Mommy Blogger" or whatever they call us crazies that blog every aspect of their lives for the world to read. I had made sure that our nice camera had batteries in it and I would not have to use our tiny video camera with no flash to document this most important chapter in Lil' Pumpkins childhood memories book. You know The HaLlOwEen chapter.

 

The hayride was fun, the sweet Lil' Pumpkin had fun bouncing around and pointing out the moon and airplane's flashing lights in the sky. She got a little frustrated running around the pumpkin patch because the vines kept tangling around her cute little boots. Oh man she is the cutest little pumpkin hunter!

 

We decided that carving the pumpkins at a normal time would be too easy, so at about 10:00pm yesterday(after fulfilling some churchly duties) We popped in a couple of Tony's pizzas and busted out the carving tools.

Nora Bug loved spooning the guts out and trying to shove the spoon in her mouth before we could stop her.

 

The scariest part of the night was how long it took us to take a picture of the pumpkins at night without the flash so they would glow.

 

11:30pm and here were the fruits of our labors...or should I say squash of our labors, haha. Don't worry, I don't even laugh at jokes like that.

 

Clearly one of us didn't finish their art project for the night (notice the pumpkin on the left in the above picture). He gets an F. I had carved two pumpkins and ate a whole pizza and drank half a mountain dew while he had yet to finish half of his pumpkin...good thing he is a super cute vampire because his pumpkin craving skill leave much to be desired...like a beautifully, finished carved pumpkin.

HaPpY HaLlOwEeN!!!

My Thoughts On A Couple Of Furry Little Things

I love animals, I always have (monkeys don't count as animals in my book, so we are definitely not talking about those disgusting mutant creatures).  My parents have picture after picture of me with one of my animals.  Unfortunately the more I love them, the harder it makes days like Friday.

 

Friday we had to put down my Sweet kitty Moe Toes. He was 17 years old. The poor boy has had a hard couple of months. He lost a lot of his hair and looked so crazy that my nieces called him zombie cat

 

 

Then soon after he went completely blind and the poor old guy could hardly walk, his legs were so sore. That is when my parents and I decided it was time. Boy, does my heart hurt. He was such a good cat. He would jump into my arms on command and then he would wrap his arms around my neck making it look like he was giving my a big hug. When I would walk a block to my horse, Momies would follow me all the way to the pasture and hang out while I rode.

Moes was a cat that everyone noticed. It might have been because he had one blue eye and one green eye and he had extra toes on his front paws. Hence the name 'Moe Toes'

 

 

I also lost my other kitty, Blue this last summer

 

 

I guess it was a bad year to be one of my cats.

Blue was such a lovable cat. She would follow me around. She didn't have a mean bone in her body. Chris surprised me with her 8 years ago. She was such a pretty cat. 

 

 

She once had a surprise kitten. Which was curious because she was an inside cat and would go outside for 2 seconds and then get scared and run back in. I guess 2 seconds is long enough. 

 

 

I think Alaska will miss her too

 

 

Man I loved those kitty cats. Funny how much my heart hurts over those furry little things

 

Nee Nees

Elanora absolutely loves tomatoes. When she's hungry she runs around the house saying "nee nees, nee nees". Anytime she is outside at my parents house she makes a beeline for the garden singing at the top of her lungs NEE NEES. What in the world are nee nees and what in the world do they have to do with tomatoes? Although my thoughts do tend to wander freely from thing to thing, today they are right on track and the 2 things relate to one another.

(I realize that this cute pictures has nothing to do with tomatoes, but just look how cute she looks chowing down on corn)

Lil' Boss talks really well. She repeats everything anybody says. So, you might wonder why she calls tomatoes nee nees right? Long story short...my cute niece Alivia called them nee nees when she was a wee little one. My dad loved the way she talked so much that he can't resist calling them nee nees. It's really cute when Nory Bug says 'nee nees' in that hopeful little voice of hers.

 

You may think my train of thought derailed at the beginning of this post but rest assured it did not, this post is about Hooper Tomato Days. See, nee nees + Tomato Days = all trains right on schedule. 

Speaking of train   

 

Oh yes indeed Tomato Days had a train. Kira and Lincoln boy rode together

 

 

Brave little twinner Lexi, rode by herself.

 

 

 Braver yet was Jaycee. She agreed to ride with the wild child. The ride started out a little rocky but by the end, Nora was possibly enjoying it...at least she stopped crying and saying "no,no,no"

 

(Can you see the small amount of fear in those beautiful blues? She gets it from her dad. Proof in the pictures below )


My dad, Kira, Jaycee, and I decided it would be a good idea to ride one of those things that go around and around. Everyone else Chickened out.

Before

 

After

 

In between

 

 



No worries, none of the participants threw up. Although those who didn't ride the ride had a walk of shame back to the car because they couldn't hang with the toughies!

Jaycee did a little rock climbing, and in true Italian Page style, had a hard time coming down before she rang the bell on the top. She is one tough cookie. That little whip of a thing was climbing in the second to hardest spot and not too long ago had a cast on her whole arm 

 

  

 

A little rodeo action

 

 

 and some extreme swinging

 

 

 

 These activities occurred in lazy, summertime, fair fashion and were written in no particular train of thought order!

I Guess if We Have to Go Back

Have I mentioned on this blog that I have a super, fantastic mom? Well she is simply amazing. None of that counts as being prideful or bragging because it is all true and then some more! It seems a little unfair that I should have a wonderful mother and an equally remarkably mom - in- law.
(I should stop for fear I will alienate the 2 people who read my blog, although I think it's safe to say those 2 readers may or may not, just happen to be my mom and my mother-in-law).
This year was the 2nd annual Grandma's Back To School Party or GBSP 2012.



(Notice the child with no pants and a crazy messy licorice face, who are her parents? honestly)

We started the party out right by making homemade pizza

We had backup in case the whole, make-your-own-pizza-thing didn't pan out (lucky for us because Canyon might have dropped his pizza on grandma's rug, I can't quite tell from the picture)

 



This year Grandma Page had a theme which she found from the scriptures. It was Alma 53:20 "... and they were exceedingly valiant for courage, and also for strength and activity...they were true at all times."

She talked about the theme and even made a Goliath to scale. The kiddos had fun measuring themselves to find out how tall they would have been compared to him.

 

 

Then we excercised our mad clothing designer skills and decorated shirts with the theme printed on them.

 

 

Then all the kiddos decorated boxes making them into cars and we had a drive-in movie. They sat in those tiny boxes for about half the movie. I'm sure it was crazy comfortable!

(The neighbor girl was walking by and joined in the fun)

After the movie, all the kids went to bed promptly at 10:00. They all fell asleep without laughing and giggling all night, keeping us all up.
The next morning Grandpa Page made pancakes. After everyone had full bellys we went on the 2nd annual school supply scavenger hunt. I found a cool way to make the clues on scratch cards.
We made slime, which stained all of our hands with food coloring. We ended the 2nd annual Grandma's Back To School Party 2012 with swimming and going down the slip'n'slide

 
 Thanks Grandma you're the best grandma in the world!

 



Deja vu

It feels a little like deja vu. Although I love the students I work with so very much, I am feeling a little ... well remember this post?