Today, tomorrow, and the next day.

Today is Halloween.

Boo, y'all.

I will rustle up my little goblin, go to friend's house, put goblin in her costume, go trick-or-treating with goblin and her little goblin buddies. Go home. Wrestle candy from goblin. Put goblin to bed.

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Tomorrow I fly to Colorado.

Mr. Wonderful picks me up at the airport and we go to his town, 2+ hours away. We hang out with his friends and kiddos.

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The next day, we move.

That's right: on Saturday, we (me, Mr. Wonderful, his dog Shiloh and his leopard gecko Leo) pile in the U-Haul and head for Austin.

He's moving here. He's moving in. Oh. My. God.

Everything's about to change. Wish us luck, people.

One of my proudest moments as a mom:

This past Saturday, Geej and I were shopping at a very-crowded Whole Foods. When we were going down the frozen aisle, she asked, "Can we have some poppin' peas?" (That's what she calls edamame, which she loves, by the way.) I told her we already had some at home. She then said, "Can we have some Brussels sprouts?" I told her, again, that we already had some at home. To which she replied, "No we don't! We need Brussels sprouts! We need Brussels sprouts! WE NEED BRUSSELS SPROUTS!" The chanting continued for about 2 minutes. Long enough for several moms to glance enviously my way.

That's my girl!!

We need glitter, STAT!!

Tonight, the Malcontent Mama was nice enough to host the first semi-occasional "Breed 'Em and Weep Supper Club/Support Group" gathering at her family's house. And what a perfect gathering it was! It was a potluck, so I made a very aromatic and hearty vegan Spiced Lentil Stew. The main course was brisket (thanks, but no), but there were plenty of other offerings for those of us who don't do cow.

The weather was perfect for outdoor play and dining. And it was such a treat to see the Geej just go off on her own to hang with her friends and do her own things. It was cool.

Major case in point: Geej and Annie O (Malcontent's offspring) set up a M.A.S.H. unit type hospital thing in the master bedroom, and informed us that they were... (cue 70s cop-show inspired theme music) Princess Doctors!!

Check those chicks out!! They are focused on the mission at hand: take care of the babies, and be princess-y and fashion forward at the same time. Awesome.

And here they are administering care to a very special patient...right before they had to go do princess-type stuff, involving crowns and whatnot.

Man, I'm glad this field of medical practice has opened up. It's long overdue, and I'm proud to have my daughter be in the first generation of P.D's.

OHMYGODIHAVETHECUTESTKIDSINTHEWORLD!!!

By "kids" in the plural, I mean of course Geej AND Earl. He's a big effing baby, and I love him, so technically he's my "kid" even though he's covered in fur and has been known to lick his own privates.

Proof #1: The Geej

Taken at a little Halloween carnival thingie we went to today. Notice: That's NOT Sally with her. I actually convinced her to bring a second-tier baby (named "Pumpkin" appropriately enough) with us since Sally's so big and hard to carry. You want some more proof? Okay, if you insist...

Dudes, she was LOVING that lollipop. She's so obsessed with candy, that I'm actually terrified of the whole trick-or-treating thing. She's going to lose her mind.

One more: Geej climbing up the ladder to the slide.

ARGGGH!! The cuteness!!


Proof #2: Earl sleeping with his tongue sticking out:

He does this kind of a lot. You can touch the sticky-out part of his tongue, and it's as dry as paper. And then he just opens his eyes and looks at you all drowsy and starts purring...with his tongue sticking out. Cute as hell.


That is all. More tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

For those of you who subscribe to this blog on Bloglines or by RSS feed or whatever (and God bless you, by the way), I know you just got a BUNCH of updated stuff. That's because I felt the urge to go and clean my blog of all my references to my kiddo's name (of which there were several). So I apologize for all of the update notices you're going to get. I just got started, and couldn't stop.

To subdue your rage, here's a lovely nature photo I recently took in Boulder, CO:

See? Isn't that pretty? Don't you feel better?

Clearly, he never earned his "Camping" badge in Scouts.

If he had, then perhaps he would know to sleep IN the tent rather than UNDER the tent.

Sigh...