Are We Still Talking About Halloween?

Yes, for one more day anyway. Here's what went down in Montana:

Proudly displaying our freshly-carved, super traditional jack-o-lanterns (Henry insisted on wearing his costume during the festive activity)

At the ward trunk-or-treat

Ruby's super scary Halloween face

Ruby's first real trick-or-treating door of all time (for being a shy lady, she sure wasn't shy about trying to bust into people's houses once they opened the door)
We had unseasonably warm temps this year so we couldn't bring ourselves to stop trick-or-treating because it felt so great to be outside. Being people who don't enjoy dressing up, this is definitely one of those times where Scott and I had such a great time simply because our kids were unbelievably excited about the whole process. We had a great Halloween!

The Frog Prince

Yesterday was Henry's Halloween party at preschool. Of course as the only boy in the group, I knew his costume would probably be different than all the little girls.

Turns out, it was pretty different. It did, however, fill a role that all those little princesses were missing ...

Something Big ... REVEALED!!!

Well, it's only happened like once or twice before and I guess there's a slight possibility of it happening again sometime in the next millennia but I was WRONG and Scott was RIGHT ....

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...

IT'S A BOY!!!

Something Big

People. Something big is going down. I'm 20 weeks pregnant, which not only means my "kumquat" has grown a great deal in size but also that we find out what we're having today! Hooray.

So I'll let you in on a little secret:

I think we're having a girl.

I tell you this because it's what I'm thinking, but have to warn you that I don't necessarily feel like it's a girl. With Henry, we KNEW 113% he was a boy. With Ruby, we were pretty dang sure she was a girl. But with this one, I'm not totally convinced one way or the other.

Here are the rest of the family's guesses:

Scott: A boy (I think he was just saying that to appease me by giving me an answer. I just called him at work and I think he just wanted to get off the phone.)

Henry wanted to get a little more scientific with his guess so he felt the need to be a little more hands-on:

He says it's a boy.

And Ruby: (Let me ask her ....) Oh great, that conversation was helpful. Here's how our conversation went:

Me: Ruby, what are we having? A girl or a boy?

R: A boy.

Me: A boy?

R: Nope.

Me: So, is it a boy or a girl?

R: Girl!

Me: A girl?

R: Nope.

Maybe this is why 2 year-olds aren't asked for help that often.

One Year Older and Wiser Too

Today is my little brother Blair's birthday. By turning 27, he has successfully made me feel old. Thanks for nothing.

There are a few reasons, however, why I will forgive him for this major trespass against me.

And they are (in no particular order):

He is crazy. Seriously, he makes me laugh so hard. Between his spot-on impersonations of random people (B-rad from our cruise) and random things in life (our Grandma Hazel's golf swing), he can get us rolling on the floor in no time.


He married one of the cutest, sweetest gals I know. We love Kim and are so glad she chose Blair (although, really, how could she not?).


He is a GREAT uncle. I know those of us who have kids in our family feel so grateful for the relationship both Blair and Kim have with our kids. They truly are the fun couple and the kids flock to them. I am so grateful for what a sweet uncle Blair is to my kids.


Blair, you truly are one of my most favorite people in the world and I am so grateful you're my brother.

We love you!