Well Max really messed Halloween up this year.
We were supposed to be villains because last year we were all super heroes.
Joey chose Skeletor, Gwen was the White Witch (from Narnia, not Alice in Wonderland) and I was Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty.
Max refused to be a bad guy.
He would NOT budge.
So he was He-Man to Joey's Skeletor.
He was cute.
Gwen was cute.
Joey made all their costumes.
Except mine because I'm fat and pregnant.
So I bought mine and it was lame.
(Even though mine was the only store bought costume, I was also the only one that people were
asking who I was supposed to be. Whatever.)
Thanks trick-or-treating stranger for taking a picture for us.
This is Max's preschool party that I helped with.
He is embarrassed of me. He told me so. Can you tell?
Max also had a birthday last month.
We finally had a cake a few days after his real birthday.
(Thanks Big Bun Bakery for making awesome cakes and other delicious food!)
This lady lost her first tooth!! And I was gone at a photo shoot. So sad.
When the tooth fairy left her a dollar she said she would rather have a quarter.
Fine by me.
I think coins are more exciting for kids anyway.
(I don't know why my pictures upload so tiny. Maybe they will get bigger if you click on them so you can get a better view of Joey's muscles.)
ALSO...TELL THE TRUTH. IS 3 KIDS THE WORST TRANSITION IN THE WORLD? I'VE BEEN HEARING THAT LATELY AND I THINK IT IS TRUE. I WAS TOLD LAST WEEK THAT ONCE YOU HAVE 3 YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE 10.