5 days before the Memorial Day weekend, I got roped into running a leg of the Vermont City Marathon.  Our friends were part of a relay team and had someone drop out.  So would I agree to run 5.4 miles in their stead?  Ugh, I guess.  I ran a leg last year (the shortest one, 3.2 miles) and it was fun cheering everyone else on and getting caught up in all of it; seeing people that came from all over to run in this marathon, running into people you know….it’s all pretty cool.  The city gets packed!  Honestly, I was looking forward to a quiet, nothing-planned, quiet holiday weekend, but also wanted to help out my friends. So I ran my 5.4 miles….

And nearly collapsed.  Miraculously, I made really good time (just under an hour).  I felt like I was really just walk-jogging the whole way; didn’t think I was averaging 12 min per mile.  After 2 miles, I was ready to be done.  My quads were starting to hurt and it was hot.  It. Was. Hot.  75*, which is nice if you’re just guna be hanging out in the sun doing nothing.  But to be running in that temp? I was thankful for the route I was running—it went through a few nice neighborhoods and so many houses had sprinklers set up on their lawns aimed at the street so we could run through it for a brief cool-off.

I saw a man wearing a shirt that said “I hate running.”  I immediately thought I need that shirt.  I was just miserable the whole time. It was hot; my quads were screaming; I could feel a blister coming on; and worst of all, I just couldn’t get in my normal running “zone.”  The place you hit after a short time where you feel like you could just run at that steady pace for hours? Never got there.  I had my music blasting but that was no help.  I got to the end of my leg and had to do everything in my powers not to throw up.  Then after I finished cussing, I came to the conclusion: Nope. I’m never doing this again.

I had been running in the mornings before work, but on the treadmill, and only for about 2-3 miles at a time.  Not 5.  And as much as I was struggling for the next 2 days, soreness, blister and all, some good has come out of it:

*After the marathon, I thought “I just ran 5 MILES! FIVE MILES!! I can push myself to do other things to get in better shape.

*I really should do something about this belly pooch.  If I’m not constantly watching what I’m eating, every pound I gain goes right to the stomach, while my boobs and booty are spared. So. Unfair.

*Bottom line: Time to get my ass in better shape.

My first order of business?  Get a workout dvd.  Yes, I was running everyday, but I wanted to change up my routine and have another option in case I didn’t feel like hopping on the treadmill. So I got this

No, my goal isn’t to be “shredded” in a month, but I’d like to see what I can really accomplish. I mean, I’m getting up at 5:30 am every day.  I figure, I might as well make the hour I have worth it! Otherwise, I should just stay in bed (which I want to do most days).  Today was day 4 of using the dvd.  At first, I thought, “oh I’ll just do the 20 minute workout and be good.”  Because yes, it is hard work, even starting on level 1. But on the second day, I also felt I could get a short run in too. So on day 2, I started with a 20 minute run, then the 20 minute dvd.  And my calves were SO SORE.  It really kicked my butt.  Day 3, I upped it to a 30 minute run and the dvd.  I was feeling good, even though still a little sore. But it’s a good kind of soreness.  Hurts so good….

And of course you can’t shed any unwanted lbs without altering your diet a bit.  So I’m trying something I (again) never thought I’d do: Low carb.  If you know me, you know my weakness is pasta, cereal, pasta, pasta, mashed potatoes, pastries, and pasta.  So I did a little research and learned about foods that are good at helping you feel full and also trim the belly fat (you can find it here).  AND I also came face to face with a nightmare discovery: pasta not only adds fat to your belly, but when you eat it, it sends receptors to other parts of your body and takes the fat from those other parts and PUTS IT ON YOUR STOMACH.  Blasphemy!  Depressing.  But I made my grocery list, and bought things that came recommended.   I’m not following a strict diet, but I am trying to eat more healthy and pump up on the protein, so that website was a good introduction for me. Black beans? Yum. Avocado? Yummy. Shrimp? Yes, thank you. Almonds? I can do that.

So far, the eating change has gone really well, and best of all: It’s not as hard as I expected.  I’ll have 2 eggs and just one piece of toast in the morning, or instead of toast, I’ll eat some black beans with it.  Lunch is a big salad with tuna or chicken on it, or just the protein from last night’s dinner with some yogurt and almonds.  Dinner is whatever… Since I’m working out, by the time I leave work, I’m averaging about 600-700 calories allowed by dinner time.  My only restriction there is the portion size.  I’m eating off a small salad plate, rather than the big dinner plate. Yesterday was hard because it was pasta-Thursday (the only day of the week I’m allowed to make pasta for dinner at home).  But I was good and put it in a small bowl and ate my salad first before diving in to my delicious bowl of pasta with vodka sauce and turkey meatballs….. mmmmmm.  And I’ve noticed at work, I don’t get sleepy at all (despite waking up at 5 am every day).  I don’t get the 2:30 pm tiredness that I used to and I think it’s because with more protein in my body, my blood sugar stays regulated throughout the day.  My snacks throughout the day are simple: an apple, a rice cake with peanut butter on top, strawberries, etc. No more cheese-its, tortilla chips, chex mix….. And more water. Water. Water.

I’ll keep you posted on my progress.  Maybe in a couple weeks I’ll be able to move up to level 2 of the dvd!  And so far, I’d recommend it for anyone trying to get started on a new program but can’t get away to a gym or just plain doesn’t like working out.  It’s only 20 minutes a day and you feel good when you’re done.  BAM.


I have a trip to Arkansas to blog about, but I wanted to hurry up and get these down before it got to be, oh, I don’t know… September.

There have been several times that Donovan does or says something ridiculous/incredible/hilarious.  I repeat them to whoever is willing to listen (as all moms do, right?).  After one of my stories about Donovan, my coworker said, “are you writing these down?”  I realized I wasn’t but I probably should.  Flash ahead to my 17 year old son, with his deepening voice, telling me how there’s no way he could’ve said or did the things we tell him he did.  I’ll have this record of my innocent, sweet, little man and the crazy things he used to do.

*This story comes from his teachers at daycare. They told it to us during one of our parent/teacher conferences.  He was in the Jitterbug room (1-2 yr olds) and it takes place during lunch time.  Donovan is sitting at the table with the other kids, who are eating away.  Donovan takes his bowl, dumps out what is inside, and puts the bowl on top of his head.  He gets it to balance there, then silently looks around the table to see if any of his friends can see what he just did.  Charlotte notices.  She looks at the bowl on top of his head. Looks him in the eyes. Looks back at the bowl. And back in his eyes. They are both silent for a moment until Charlotte busts out laughing and so does Donovan.   I can just imagine him thinking, “I got her!”

*For his second birthday, I was determined to get him a Rally doll (a stuffed version of the UVM mascot).  His friend Simone has one and he would play with it whenever he was at her house.  He loved it.  After opening presents from his Grammy and friends, he looks in the bag, pulls out Rally and yells, “Rally finally here!!!!”

*At daycare, one of the substitute teachers, Joseph, worked there for a few months. He was the only male teacher and when he first started, I picked up Donovan after work, was getting his stuff out of his cubby and putting his snow boots on.  Donovan looks over and starts saying, “hey man!” and waving.  I’m confused because I don’t notice Joseph standing across the way.  Donovan is waving furiously, trying to get his attention. “Hey man! Hey man!”  Joseph turns and says, “hi Donovan!”  I look confused, apparently, because Joseph says to me, “he can’t pronounce my name yet so he calls me ‘hey man.’ ”    Me? Slightly embarrassed at the informality of it, but amused at how clever Donovan’s name for him was.

*Donovan was getting the beginning of a cold, but being the mom I am, I sent him to school anyway (go ahead and judge me).  I get a call later that he has a high fever and I need to come pick him up (the dreaded call).  I pick him up and his teacher, Rachel, tells me that  even though he doesn’t feel 100% he’s been ok that day.  During lunch, Charlotte was eating some gummy fruit snacks.  Donovan starts eyeing them, and Rachel tells him those are Charlotte’s.  He continues to look at them and Charlotte, then leans in close… closer… closer.  They continue to tell him that those are Charlotte’s, and he can eat from his own lunch.  He leans closer and whispers close to her ear, “mmmmm Charlotte. Mmmmmmm.  Have some?”  Extra cuteness bonus? He pronounces it: have shum.

*One morning, I was getting ready for work and was running late.  It was my turn to drop off Donovan at school, so I had to leave extra early and was a bit frazzled.  Just as I’m getting his shoes on, he tells me he pooped.  In the throws of potty training, I couldn’t just leave him in his diaper and have one of his teachers change him at drop off (which I would’ve done any other time without hesitation—again, go ahead and judge me).  So I take off his diaper, make him sit on the potty, get him all cleaned up and tell him to go get a diaper and his pants and bring them to me because we have to hurry up and go to school.  He’s gone longer than expected and I call out to him. He comes charging into the bathroom, with a pair of his underwear on his head and he’s swinging his head around saying, “yar matey! yar matey!”  I lost it. Laughing, I grabbed my camera and tried to take his picture, but all I got was a few shots of a brown blur running up and down the hallway shouting “yar matey.”  At that point, I thought, screw the clock. I’m guna be late to work.

*Staying late one night with the Shabazz family, the kids were playing way past their bed time.  I immediately regretted not bringing any pj’s for Donovan to wear because surely he would pass out on the car ride home.  Simone happily lent Donovan the most masculine pair of jammies she owned… he LOVED them and was excited to show them off.  I HAD to get a picture of him in them, so I asked Donovan, “where’s your frog?” He says, “right there!”

And for some reason, whenever he says the phrase “right there” it comes out in a southern accent…. so funny and strange….

*Back story: Donovan loves the show Olivia. In one episode, another girl named Olivia joins her classroom.  Olivia is confused and surprised that another person could have the same name that she does. So in a way to continue her individuality, she decides to change her name to Pam. While at school, her best friend Julian is trying to get her attention. He says, “Pam. PAM. PAAAAMM!!!!” and then Olivia finally turns around.  He says he’s just trying out her new name.  Fast forward a few weeks, Donovan and I are driving home from a UVM basketball game, I was singing along to the radio–something Donovan hates for some reason 🙂  Whenever we’re in the car and I’m singing, he says, “mama.” I say, “yes?” And he never responds.  He doesn’t even need to say stop singing… I know that’s what he means.  So this time, I keep singing and he keeps saying, “mama.  Mama! MAMA!” and I continue to ignore him because, well, I like to sing, and he needs to get used to it.  That’s when he screams, “PAM!”  I stop and say, “Pam?! Who’s Pam?”  He says, “Vivi Pam.”  Meaning, Olivia is Pam.  My mind was blown.  The fact that he made the connection between the two situations and used it in the right context…. it was from that point on I started giving him more credit than I had been.  Dude is smart.

*Donovan will let you know when you’ve cleared your plate at any meal.  In fact, he’ll let EVERYONE know you’ve cleared your plate because he’ll loudly say, “Mama ate it ALL!”

*It was a Saturday, around 3 am.  Donovan has had a rough night of sleeping and after numerous attempts to get him back to sleep in his crib, we cave and Grant brings him into our bed.  He immediately perks up like it’s one big slumber party.  Grant tries to get him to calm back down and get back into the sleeping mode.  I, of course, try my best to ignore Donovan because I don’t want to provoke him any.  Finally, he lays his big head head on my pillow, gets his face really close to mine, and starts sniffing me.  Then he says, “mmmm. Smells good.”  I couldn’t help but laugh.


That’s all for right now.  I’m sure he’ll say something else crazy soon.  And when he does, I’ll post it here 🙂

A few weeks ago, I had my first overnight away from Donovan. Yes, the kid is 2 and I hadn’t been away from him for more than…. uh…. maybe 8 or 10 hrs tops?  Seriously, time flies so fast when you have a kid, that I think back and go, “how is that possible?”  I couldn’t believe there hadn’t been a morning that I didn’t spend with him.  So when I heard comedian Kevin Hart was coming to Boston, I knew it was a perfect opportunity to leave Donovan in trusting hands, and have the ultimate date with Grant Wilson in Boston.

Thankfully, our friends Trish and Rashad volunteered to watch Donovan. It was perfect because Donovan is so in love with their daughter Simone, I knew he’d have a great time.  We packed our bags, dropped Donovan off, and when we walked out the door, he didn’t even cry. YESSSSS!!!  This is what I was hoping for.  It made leaving him that much easier.

Grant and I had an easy drive down to Boston, checked into our hotel.  Our hotel was right in the theater district of downtown Boston, just blocks from the Wilbur Theater. My plan for the whole trip was to park our car and just walk every where.  Everything was just about a 10 min walk away.  Perfect.

Grant and I found a nice pub and had some appetizers and cocktails before the show.  We walked over to the theater and Grant realized he didn’t have the tickets…….. he just had them when we were at the restaurant, so he RAN back to and found them on the sidewalk. Turns out he dropped them out of his pocket when he pulled out his phone.  Crisis averted.  The show was hilarious.  Kevin Hart had 3 guys open for him, each did a set for about 20 minutes and they were really funny too.  And I loved that every woman I saw was wearing a pair of heels.  People got dressed up to go out–this is something I miss living in Vermont.  People here are toooooo casual and it’s refreshing to see women and men get gussied up for a night out.

After the show, we found this place called Scholars.  It was AMAZING.  The atmosphere was cool and modern and the food was one of the top 3 meals I ever had in my life.  Seriously.  Go there if you’re ever in Boston.  You won’t regret it.  We hung out, had great conversation and about an hour and a half later, a dj came in and started spinning.  Then the place got crowded and we people watched for another hour.  It was a lot of fun!  The next morning, we found a movie theater close by our hotel and went to the 10 am showing of Hunger Games.  We both had just finished the book and were dying to see the movie.  And since we already had a free sitter, why not toss in a movie into our weekend away?

It was Easter Sunday, and even though I was bummed we weren’t at home so we could go to church and celebrate (it’s my favorite service of the year), and seeing folks in Boston dressed up to go to church, I was happy Grant and I were taking the time away.  We both really liked the movie, found a Pop-Eye’s for a quick lunch and got back on the road.  Turns out Donovan had a great time while we were gone too.

They got dressed up, had an egg hunt the night before, and Donovan got an Easter basket that I put together before we left.  He actually cried when we picked him up because he didn’t want to go home.  He didn’t miss us one bit!

Totally doing this again.

March was an extremely busy month for the Wilsons.

In chronological order:

First, basketball.  Grant was busy traveling with the basketball team. It was a pretty exciting year for UVM. It was the coach’s first year as a division 1 head coach, and they made it to the NCAA Tournament, only to lose the second game to North Caolina (but then North Carolina lost a few games later and totally messed up my brackets…).

Random event: Donovan got a fly haircut:

When Grant got home (the day after his birthday), we hit the town to celebrate his 33rd b-day! And with it being Saturday, 65*, and St Patrick’s Day in a college town… downtown was PACKED! We played outside for a little bit:

Then we ate at this new Mexican restaurant and I had an amazingly yummy margarita (Mexican food is traditional Irish fare, right?). Afterward, we walked up and down Church Street to check out the craziness because we had some craziness on our hands.  Donovan had so much energy!  Along the way, he was given this:

Smooth Criminal, anyone?

Imagine Donovan in his green shirt, with this green hat boppin’ and hoppin’ down the street.  Dude looked just like a little leprechaun!  It was so funny. Oh ya, plus he wanted to ride the “moose.”

Then my mom came to town to celebrate Donovan and my birthday!  How my mom was here for 2 weeks and I didn’t get one single picture of her by herself, with me or with Donovan is beyond me.  But she WAS here.  For my birthday, we just went out to dinner and got some ice cream. Donovan’s birthday fell on a Tuesday this year:

So I sent him to school with cupcakes and he got to have a mini-celebration with his daycare friends.  His teachers handmade him a cute shirt that has pictures from his favorite books on it (Baby Baluga, Snuggle Puppy, Chikki-Chikki Boom Boom to name a few). Then that night, we celebrated as a family (and had some more cupcakes):

Then that weekend, we invited his dear friend Simone over for a little play date/b-day party.  The theme–Dinosaurs.  He’s obsessed with them right now, and can even say Spinosaurus.

My little (big) man.  We all went outside and played with bubbles, played on the swing set, and did an art project: painted on canvas.  I’ve been meaning to do this activity for a long time, but finally got my booty to a craft store. And I’m SO DOING THIS AGAIN. The kids had a good time and came up with some cool looking paintings!  I also got them both one of those eggs you put in a glass of water and in a day or 2 it hatches into something? I found a dinosaur one and Donovan has loved checking on it every day, even after it hatched, to look inside and say, “ooooooooooh! Dinosaur!”

Love this age.

One other piece of March Maddness: Grant and I are reading The Hunger Games.  We saw a preview for the movie a couple months ago one night when we went on a date.  It looked really good and Grant borrowed the book from one of the basketball players and read it while he was on the road.  I wish I checked it out at the library so I could read it at the same time, but who has time to read?!  After he finished it and told me what it was about, it was settled. I had to read it.  I tried to finish it while my mom was here so she could watch Donovan while we went to see the movie, but that didn’t happen.  I’m ALMOST done now and hate to put it down when I have to.  The book is crazy-good.

Madness. Straight up.




Happy birthday, my sweet little man! These 2 years with you have been the best of my life. Your daddy and I were blessed by God to be your parents, and I thank Him every day for bringing you to us.

I can’t explain what you mean to me, and I can’t imagine my life without you. You are the funniest, happiest (most of the time), most polite, energetic, smartest, ridiculously athletic 2 yr old I have ever met. You continue to amaze us every day. I soooo look forward to what the future holds for you! And I soooooo love being your mama!!

Donovan is not yet 2 and already he is using the potty like a pro.


Sort of.

This is what we have at home:


A little reading material (what bathroom is complete without it?) and the ever so important towel underneath.  At first, I only put this down because he didn’t like his little feet making contact with the cold tile floor.  Last night, I discovered a second function.  Pee-soaker-upper.  Little man sat to pee and it ended up coming out all over the place, including on my slippers.  He was so proud of himself for sitting on the potty, that I ignored the puddles on the floor and congratulated him anyways. THEN I grabbed the towels and cleaned up.

Then I was putting some clothes away, and Donovan was hanging around with no undies on.  The next minute I turn to look and he has taken a dump on the floor.  So I rushed him back to his potty. Why didn’t anyone tell us that potty training your kid is like house training a dog?!?!!!!?

Ok, so I’m more than thrilled he is using the potty, especially since just about everyone kept telling us not to even start trying… boys take longer to train than girls… wait till he’s 3, that’s when he will get it.  Blah blah blah.  Never underestimate the smartness of Donovan Wilson (except when he pees on the floor and the couch, of course).

Now if you’ll excuse me, there are some pee-soaked towels that need to get washed….


My last post was the beginning of December and now it’s February.  How did that happen?!  Time is flying by way to fast, and it’s hard for me to keep up!  I promise to be a better blogger.  But for now, here’s a little recap of what’s been going on:

Christmas was nice this year.  It was just the 3 of us and we enjoyed a quiet day opening presents, eating, and hanging out.  It was just what we all needed.  For new year’s eve, we went to our annual celebration spot for dinner, Asian Bistro.

Mmmmmm…. so yummy.

We’ve been passing the time doing crafts:

And baking:

And while Grant was on a road trip, Donovan and I got to visit my good friend Vivian in DC!  She is now expecting baby #2 (I’m guessing it will be a boy), and Donovan and Cairo had a great time getting reacquainted while us mommies chatted the weekend away.

(bookends minus the books, as my mom described this picture)

We also got a little tour of the absolute must-see spots–the White House:

The Lincoln Memorial:

Hey Lincoln, what’s up?

The WWII/Washington Monument:

And the new MLK Jr Monument:

Donovan loved having his picture taken here. This was the day before MLK day (very fitting) and there were tons of people trying to get their picture taken in front of the monument.  At one point, Donovan just stood there while strangers came right up to him to take their picture WITH HIM.  And of course being the ham that he is, he was soaking up and enjoying every second of it.  Being slightly weirded out that strangers wanted their picture with my son, but at the same time flattered because he IS that cute, I decided it was time to move on.

The weather was great.  Pretty cold, but the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Of course the weekend flew by too quick and we had to say goodbye to our friends, but it was so nice to catch up.  And Donovan is such a great traveler.  The kid is happy as long as he’s napped and fed.  If those two things happen, he will go anywhere and everywhere with you without hesitation.  I love it.  And he was so excited to fly on an airplane (this was his first trip he could remember/know what’s happening) and he kept saying “airplane! airplane! fly high!” whenever we’d see one at the airport.

More recently, Grant had a Saturday afternoon off (rare these days) so we went bowling!  We were going to meet up with some friends and their little one, but Donovan decided to take a 3 hr nap that day.  So needless to say, we missed them at the bowling alley.  Donovan was so excited to get out there and bowl, but there were like 3 birthday parties going on and we had to wait 45 minutes for a lane to open up.  It was tough for him to watch all the other people bowling and he had to wait, but eventually he got up there and he did his thing!

Grant and Donovan also got to play outside a bit:

We also got a package in the mail from my mom, who has become quite the knitter:

Matching hats for the Wilsons?! What?! Love it!  She also knitted a little scarf for Donovan, but he’s not too sure about that accessory yet.

So far, that’s how our winter is going.  And from now on I’m blogging more often.  Promise.

After reading my friend, Deanna’s post, I decided I would post about my own mommy guilt.

I think as a mom, we try to be perfect.  Or at least we try to do it all.  We try to feed our kids all their fruits and vegetables at every meal; we try to keep them social and active by having play dates; we try to keep them from falling; keep them from crying; try to make sure they get plenty of attention from us, while also trying to give them the skills to play independently from us; we try to keep them from anything bad, damaging, or harmful.  We try to do all of these things all while trying to keep the house looking presentable, keep ourselves looking presentable, and giving the needed attention to not only our child(ren) but also our friends, ourselves, and our husbands.

The keyword in all of this?  Try.

We try to keep it all together and do everything we feel we are supposed to, but honestly (and I hope we can all agree on this) it doesn’t always happen.  At least not all in the same day.  I try to give Donovan enough fruits and veggies, but he can be a picky eater sometimes.  I’m ashamed to say, he might have one vegetable one day–or none–But then the next he will devour four cheese and spinach pasta sauce (with extra spinach I’ve added, to make up for the lost veggie days) and all will feel right in the world.

Lately, my mommy guilt is related to how much tv our child watches.  When I was pregnant, Grant and I would talk about what our baby would be like, the kind of person they would grow up to be, and what we would/wouldn’t let him/her do.  One of those things: our kid wasn’t going to watch tv until they were 4 or 5. And even then, they would only be allowed to watch the old-school “good” cartoons we had growing up (you know, Duck Tales, Chip n’ Dale’s Rescue Rangers) and sports.  I found Nick Jr to be a decent tv channel, and once I was searching for shows out of curiosity and came across Olivia and Little Bill.  Turns out Olivia has won Donovan’s heart.  We let him watch it once to see if it would be something we could put on for special occasions….

That’s been the beginning of the end….

He loves it so much that he completely zones out and gets sucked in like I’ve never seen.  Noticing this, I thought  ‘oh, I’ll let him watch one episode and I can cook dinner real quick without him hanging on me! I’m brilliant!’  After one episode ends, he asks for more. Well, one more is ok.  I’ll be able to unload the dishwasher without him trying to climb in, remove all the knives and go running through the house.

A good thing I’ve noticed about Olivia?  Donovan will tell me (in his own language) what is happening on the show.  He sees the mom picking up the baby and singing and Donovan will point to the tv and say, “Mama. Baby. Uppie. Mama. Sing.”  Maybe this is keeping me from completely getting rid of Olivia?

It’s the weekend.  I need a shower.  Grant’s at work.  Donovan has been all kinds of crazy.  “Wana watch Olivia?”  I’ve got him trained so that when he watches Olivia, he only sits on the blanket.  This keeps him from getting into things he shouldn’t when I’m in the shower.  When he’s around me, he’s never been particularly good at playing by himself.  Of course, I would love to be able to just sit him down with some play-doh or markers so he could do some artistic/mind-healthy activity while I’m showering or cooking, but he is constantly (still) putting those things into his mouth (!!!!).  So that’s a no-go.

And I feel guilty about letting him watch tv in the first place.  But after working all day, picking him up from daycare, we play for a little bit, but then I gotta get dinner together or squeeze in a quick run on the treadmill. And most nights, Grant is working until after 6 or even traveling, so I’m handling the end of the day stuff solo.  I honestly don’t know how else to do it now.

I’m trying to do it all, but realistically, I can’t.  I know I can’t.  So our new little helper Olivia is giving me a hand.  Good or bad, I’m letting my almost 2 yr old watch tv.

And even though I can’t always catch him when he falls, I am always there to make sure he is ok and can give him plenty of kisses to make it all better.  I think in the end that matters more than whether or not he ate his spinach, I got the laundry put away, or how much television he has watched in one day.  And I might always feel guilty about letting him watch tv so young, but it works for us right now.

Bragging side note: He loves watching sports and can tell the difference between soccer, football, basketball, hockey and baseball when they come on tv or he sees them in real life.  All of these sports have been part of his vocabulary for some time.  This not only makes his mommy happy, but especially daddy!  Oh, and he can do push ups…. for real…. not feeling guilty about that!

This Halloween was so much fun–well, after the costume arrived.  I ordered it online (pretty last minute) and was happy it got to us in plenty of time.

I chose a lion costume for him since we went to see his first movie, The Lion King in September. He happily sat through the whole thing (to my surprise!), so in honor of Simba, Mufasa, Nala, even Timone and Pumba, he was a lion. And yes, this picture was taken as he zipped by me with a mouth full of chocolate…

Speaking of chocolate, remember his costume from last year?

Ok, just making sure….

This year his class got in the Halloween spirit and had a field trip to the pumpkin patch!

“Mama! Heavvvvvyyy!”

I just had to chaperon since I missed out on his field trip to apple picking this year. The pumpkin patch included a hayride, picking out a pumpkin, apple cider and cider donuts.  It was a short, but fun little trip.

He loved the tractor!

Cider donut. Nom nom nom nom!

Donovan was excited to see the animals, but kept (enthusiastically) making the sound of a horse when he came to the goats–he’d never seen one in real life, and you don’t see many goats in children’s books.  Donovan, a goat doesn’t say “neigh!” it says….uh….it kinda sounds like a sheep!

Come Halloween….

Roaaaaaarrr! We ventured to about 6 houses in our neighborhood. We got to the first house, and even after teaching him how to say “trick or treat” he got shy and only said “thank you” after being able to pick out his piece of candy, which he held in his hand and refused to put in his bag.  The next house, the same thing. At this point, his hands were each holding a piece of candy. We ended up prying the candy out of his hands so he could gather more.

After it got dark, more kids came out and Donovan was checking out their costumes and not wanting to go inside–even though it was pretty cold.  After a couple more houses, we went home and ate dinner while simultaneously handing out candy. THIS was Donovan’s favorite part of the night. He kept asking us, “trick treat?” And we’d have to explain that he’d have to wait for the doorbell to ring.  And when it did, he eagerly went to the door with me and would drop candy in each kid’s bag.  At one point, even saying “more?”  I’d have to tell him that one was enough (I know, sorry trick or treaters).  One kid, he must’ve been no older than 6, after given his candy said, “that’s a cute kid you got there!”  So adorable.

All in all, it was a good Halloween.  Donovan got his costume in time.  He didn’t hate it.  We successfully trick or treated.  Donovan went to bed with a tummy full of candy.  Halloween. Can’t beat it.

Wow, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted anything! First, I’d like to thank you readers for your crafty suggestions.  There were definitely some that we are going to take on. I see a fun winter headed our way! In terms of what we’ve been doing lately, I’ll just give you some snapshots of what our life has been like:

Pajama day at school–

Playing in the rain–

Attended our first birthday party (Simone turned 3!)–

Enjoying the Christmas decor at Costco–


Having snacks before bed–

Helping his dad at work–

Playing on the slide after an overnight rain shower–

Enjoying a new toy (this thing keeps him busy for a nice, long while!)–

Seriously, Donovan loves his new hoop so much, he threw a fit when he had to leave it to go to school the next morning.

So we’ve been keeping ourselves busy, and enjoying the fall.  Next up, Halloween! Donovan’s costume came in the mail and he tried it on. But when he did, he kept pulling on it, saying, “Help?” meaning: help me get this off.  Oy. Once the whole thing was on him, I kept encouraging him, telling him he looked so cute, and even walked him over to our full length mirror so he could see himself. He still wanted to take it off. Let’s hope come Monday, he’ll manage to keep it on….

Oh, Donovan!