October 28, 2009

Halloween Shenanigans and Stellan...

As I explained here, we had the good fortune of having three Halloween parties to attend this past weekend.

On Saturday we headed out to my friend Monica's farm house for a little get-together. (Monica- do you live on a farm? You have a barn. And chickens. And land. And some big ole' equipment. That's a farm, right?) We went to the same party last year and had a great time!

Everyone brought food and yummy Halloween treats. The kids ran around the yard and jumped in the bounce house. It was great. Here are some pictures from our day:

Daring Miss Sassy:

Daddy's Little Ladybug:

Mischievous Ladybug:

Sassy working on putting her shoes back on:

My little toddling ladybug:

Sassy working on her apple craft after changing out of her costume:

Mommy and Little A- this is about as good as it gets:

Sassy and LMB:

Digging for gold spiders:

The people who keep me sane:

Sunday evening, another group I am in had their annual Boo Bash. We set off with a huge crock pot of chili and cornbread muffins in tow. The kids danced the monster mash, made sand art, ghost lollipops, and decorated a pumpkin cookie. They also played Boo Bingo, and Sassy won one of the rounds!

Tyler helped the girls make their sand art projects:

Sassy enjoyed dancing with her bud, Bubs:

Mommy helped Sassy play picture Boo Bingo:

We had an insane Halloween weekend, and this evening marks the beginning of four consecutive nights that the girls will be donning their costumes for various events. Oy! I'm not going to want to think about Halloween again for a long, long time after this one is over!

Last, please hop on over to MckMama's blog and leave an encouraging comment or say a prayer or think a kind thought for Stellan. His SVT reared its ugly head again last evening, and he is in a dire state, intubated and sedated on this day, just one day before he was supposed to be at home celebrating his 1st birthday with his family and friends.

This is hitting me especially hard today, exactly one year since Little A was hospitalized for RSV at 10 weeks old. I remember what it felt like to be that helpless, worried mama in the hospital room. It's nowhere I want to be again, and nothing I would wish on my worst enemy. Hugs to the MckFamily!

3 sweet tweets:

Anonymous said...

Heather, you can call it a farm because about 32 acres is farmed in wheat and hay (real farmers actually farm it).

I am glad to hear I help keep you sane, and thanks for not mentioning that I also drive you insane.

Kendra said...

Will be praying for Stellan!

Anonymous said...

Great post, I am almost 100% in agreement with you