tiffany's spot

Today was Halloween. Ten random things: Mitchell was a pirate, not a kangaroo. More on that later. Kids can have a fantastic day, full of candy, Halloween parties, costumes of choice, school fun, trick or treating, grandparents, aunties, cousins and gorgeous outdoor evening weather, and still find something to cry themselves to sleep over. Tennyson was a pirate. Scarily, it really suited him. Jordan was a butterfly, if a little less than obviously so. Elliot was a little purple dragon. That same little purple dragon has now been sighted on Halloween nights for six years - the last four of them on this very block. I ate far less Halloween candy this year than any other Halloween I can think of - ever. I bought far more Halloween candy this year than any other Halloween with the intentions of actually not running out before the trick-or- treaters did. Unfortunately we had far fewer kids this year and now I have extra candy. I didn't count on that. The last few kids left the doorstep...

My Blogtober has been slightly less than successful. Not that I didn't get some posts up here, but it certainly wasn't every day! It's now a few minutes after midnight, but in the interest of getting something up today I'm going to pretend it's still Sunday. Tonight I met up with some blogger friends in Winnipeg. We ate, we visited, we played a game, and we did a lot of laughing. Did I mention it's now after midnight? It's all pumpkins and rags now. A fun evening was had by all. It was nice to do some catching up - and it was nice to see you again Candice! I know that you have lots of friends and family to visit before you head back over to Montreal and it's pretty awesome that you manage to fit us in. :) Kids? My kids are pretty great. A little extra "spunky" some days, but pretty awesome overall. I'd go into details, but it's after midnight and I'm just impressed at how few spelling mistakes I'm backspacing right now. Tomorro...

I went to Grey's Night at a friend's house tonight. Everything was fine until I realized that nobody was going to push play on the PVR until the hockey game was over. I'm not even Catholic, but I have now endured and survived purgatory. I am so glad that Steven isn't into sports. I don't have to suffer through hours of football or hockey. I don't lose my husband during the playoffs, or the Stanley Bowl or football players rubbing each other's bums while they wait to get their hands all over the ball. We watch TV shows about zombies and grumpy doctors. I sit through the occasional super hero movie. All is well. I kid though - if you want to watch five minutes of hockey I'll humor you. If you want to invite me over for the Stanley Cup playoffs I may come for the snacks. I'll likely bring my laptop and possibly be (more than) somewhat disruptive. I might secretly video tape you hopping around and swearing, and dump it onto youtube before the game ends. ...

Over the years Steven and I have used various pet names with the kids. They've never stuck to the point where others have used them, but we do! Probably more me than Steven. I think Steven calls them all baby from time to time, but it's starting to be limited more to Elliot. Jordan : Beautiful Monster (Steven, as a baby), Joe, Josephine, Princess Patricia Tennyson : Monkey Man, Yeti, Sonny Boy, Tenn, Tenny (that would be Steven's. I don't like it.) Mitchell : Punkin Pie, Mitchie Bear (after he was born we said this so much that even the older two kids called him that), Mitchie Boo, Mitch, Punkin Pie Elliot : Petunia, Menace, Ellie, El, Babykins , Fatty Pants (she loves that one I'm sure), Pork Chop, Baby Pie Overall : Minions (a lot), Entourage, Stinker, Stinker Pants. Then there's stuff like Honey, Honey Bunny, Sweetie, etc. It's funny how we spend months thinking up the perfect names, only to distort and change them after the babies come.

How do I keep missing days? I honestly didn't think I had until I logged in here and saw that the last post was on Sunday.

I am the most forgetful Blogtoberer ever this year! I think this should count. For real (as Mitchie now says).