October 31st, 2015

Happy Halloween!

Camden is the red ninja turtle, or Raphael as he's commonly called, and our Kellan chose to be a volcano this year...

We were up in Anthem and passed the carnival. Kellan was obsessed and kept asking if we could go. I tried to make up every excuse of why we couldn't stop. The fair was closing down, it was too crowded, we didn't have any money. I really thought that last one was a perfect excuse, but good 'ole Kellan outsmarted me. He said, "Mom, there are workers at the carnival, right?" I told him yes. He said, "I bet they have money. Why don't we tell them we don't have any money and they'll pay for us to go in!"

While we were up in Anthem, I took the boys by our old house. Kellan couldn't quite grasp the concept of why we couldn't go inside. He asked, "Why? Is it drippy?" (huh?!) Then he tried to make valid arguments as to why we absolutely had to go inside. He said, "I left my garbage truck and all my toys in there". I think I'll wait a few more years to drive the boys by any more of our old houses...

In the car Kellan suddenly yelled, "Hey! I know something!".  Camden Grammy and I waited patiently, but that seemed to be the end of Kellan's announcement...

Camden just loves his school. We all do. Kellan absolutely cannot wait to go next year, but he does understand that he needs to work hard and complete preschool before he can go. He was asking Camden a few questions about Kindergarten. Camden was proudly telling his brother the inside scoop. Then Kellan asked me if there were any 8 year olds in Kindergarten. I explained that usually Kindergartner's are 5 and 6. Some could be 4 too. After thinking about this for a while, I stopped thinking about why Kellan would want to know if it's ok that an 8 year old is still in Kindergarten... No need to worry about things in advance, right?

Camden's school has parents volunteer to help out with lunch duty. I will be helping out in a few days. Camden was a little curious about this. God forbid Mr. Cool -who won't let me kiss him or say I love him when I drop him off  - didn't prepare me for how to behave when I enter his territory. He kept asking me what I was going to wear. I figured jeans or something, but then asked him what the other parents wore. He told me they wore yellow vests. I did know about the yellow safety vests, but now it was bothering me that I wouldn't wear the right attire under said yellow safety vest. While I was envisioning the perfect attire, Camden said, "just please wear clothes, ok, Mom?". Ok Camden, that's a valid request.