My little Punk Rocker

Sam and his dad carved the pumpkin on Wednesday night.
Sam got to do the dirty work this year and he wasn't too happy about it, at first.

As in years past, they drew their sketches and then circled their favorites and then voted on the one they wanted on the pumpkin. Sam came up with this design. I think it looks like a Wild Thing from the book, Where the Wild Things Are. I love it!

Speaking of Wild Things-

Introducing: Rocker Sam!

Happy Halloween!

At least watch the last 10 seconds.

One of Sam's video games has what he calls a movie at the beginning. I consider it more of like a trailer for the game. The music is beautiful. It's sung by a choir. When Sam doesn't know anyone is watching, he really gets into the song and sings along. He's usually very theatrical. So, Matt set the laptop to video record and then invited Sam over to watch. You may notice he knows all the words, except that they aren't real words, just noises like, "dee dee doo". I wish he had performed more like he usually does. But it's all worth it if you watch to the end and see his reaction when he finds out we recorded him. Hilarious!

For your viewing pleasure?

Matt took this two weeks ago at the tail end of 31 weeks.

We are now at 33 weeks.

Seven more weeks to go!

Dinner for the neighbors.

This weekend Matt and I were going to take dinner to our neighbors who recently had a baby. On Saturday morning we discussed what we should take them and this was Matt's hilarious idea:

"Let's get them some McDonald's but peel the Monopoly stamps off before we deliver the food."

Am I tho only one who finds this hilarious in a few different ways?

Is that snail on my...?

Sam is once again roller blade bound. He has his fifth flat tire in one month. This time it's a repeat of the back tire. We put goo in the tire after the last flat and earlier this week all the goo started to squish out of the tire... What now? At what point to you say, "too bad, no more bike for you."
Anyway, today after school, Sam burst into the house, roller blades and all with his pencil box from school. I could see there were flower petals and leaves inside. "What is this?", I asked.
Sam: A baby snail.
Me: Is it the slug you were holding this morning before school?
Sam: No, this one has a tiny shell.
Me: Your homework is in my purse, go get it done.

Sam proceeded to ignore me and watch Ghost Whisperer.
I looked over 20 minutes later and he was sitting on the couch next to the open pencil box. Also, he was digging around his crotch like he'd just lost something and it rolled under him.
Me: Is that snail on my couch?
Sam: No, it's curled up in it's shell, taking a nap.
Me: Get that thing off my couch.
Sam: (standing up so he can find the thing) It's ok, it's inside it's shell, completely.

He then finds it and holds it in his grubby little hand, gazing at it like he's in love.

A few minutes later I look over and the snail is perched on his arm, but still inside it's shell.
Sam: (in a girly voice) Is that snail on my poody?
I rolled my eyes at him. Who knew a kid named poody could be so sassy. Maybe I should tell him the snail isn't coming out because it's dead.

Flu Shots

This year we are waging the athletes foot battle early. I made an appointment for Sam to have his feet looked at today. We walked away with a prescription for two creams and a recommendation for a different type of sock. So, pretty much back doing what we have been doing for the last year. I thought there were a few other appropriate options and I made them known. I suggested dipping his feet in battery acid, a shot between the toes or cutting his feet off with some type of laser. My ideas were shot down. There is good news though, it turns out that getting prescription cream is 10 times cheaper than buying it over the counter.

While waiting to see the doctor the desk woman offered Sam a flu shot. He politely said,"No, thank you." and went back to his magazine. She looked at me and I nodded. I whispered that he was getting it, and not to worry I'm getting one too this year. He asked me if I was getting it today and I told him I was getting it on the 10th. He said no again. I said yes. We both got them, today. And then while driving to the store to pick up the cream he suggested he deserved a treat for being so brave about the shot. He had two candy bars picked out and then he saw a display of sillybandz... I caved. He put the candy back and picked out a batch of Halloween shaped junk.

OH, and by the way, we are down to 10 weeks until our little lady makes her debut!