Disjointed thoughts and events

My sister is expecting a baby boy in about four and a half months! Woo hoo! Now why does she have to live all the way down in Arkansas? Hurmph!

Sam asked if he could go trick or treating again tonight. He's out of candy.*

I dreamt (and no, I won't outline an entire dream and bore you to tears) that Sam drown last night. It woke me up and I'm surprised that I didn't wake Ben and Sam screaming "Nooooooooooooo!" No bath tonight.

Sam always tries to distract me when I'm exercising. His strategy today was somewhat unique.

Bulbs showed up on my porch today and now I have to deal with them. I guess it wasn't a totally random inicident because, well, I was suckered into buying stuff for a school fundraiser but forgot I was making a committment to future work. I should have just bought candy and taken care of Sam's need for more candy.

I took Sam grocery shopping today and he didn't ask for a single thing. Or maybe I just couldn't hear him because he was in one of those monster car carts decorated with Dunkin Donuts logos since of course every supermarket has to have a in-store Dunkin Donuts store. Either way, it was a nice change.

Sam asked for his "big boy underpants" this morning. Within 10 minutes he was yelling "mama I have poop!" Argh!

Peanuts in the shell distract almost-three-year-olds for a good long time.

I added a couple of pictures to the Halloween post but none of him in his costume because if you've been here for awhile you've already seen him as Poof the Magic Dragon. One of the eyes fell off the costume today and he needed me to glue it back on IMMEDIATELY.

*We, however, are not out of candy. It just keeps going and going and going and going. Next year we've got to buy less or give out more, much, much, more.