HaPpY Halloween

It's good to have Levi, Daymia, and Brooke to take our Jedi and Cowboy trick-or-treating. Charlie and I manned our own front door.

But a couple of weeks before Halloween, we carved pumpkins.

In Edwards' fashion, LeRoy pulled out the serious tools. Most of us stuck with our puny, flimsy, "knives".

They could pull out all the tough tools in the world but the guts of a pumpkin weaken these boys to the core.

Weakened stomachs or not, the concentration is real and these boys look like twins!

When I drew up my extra large kitchen on the floor plans of this house, these were the moments I imagined. All of us together; making messes; making memories.

This is the stuff that memories are made of.

Halloween BooBoos '17

 Our annual Ghoul Fest of Confection transformed the kitchen into an assembly line of fingers, faces, dirt, and worms.

In the name of friendly service we plated chopped fingers for a nutty crunch of delicious grossness.

With frosting and sprinkles, cake and gummy worms, we crafted our best Halloween creations to begin the sharing of holiday Boo's . . . not to be confused with holiday booze. Though, once we went out, we did get some looks from strangers wondering if we had been boozing.

Under the cover of darkness, tradition came alive as our self-named BooBoos secretly placed our plated goodies on doorsteps, knocked and ran. {Daymia and I went along as drivers and plate protectors.}

As we were driving into town to doorbell ditch some friends, we saw a couple of cars at the entrance of Maverik that looked to be in trouble. We weren't sure if it had been an accident or just had a dead vehicle. Against LeRoy's complaining to stick with our initial plan of going to our friends house, the boys voted to take our treats to those who seemed to be having a rough night.

We pulled up next to the two vehicles and Levi hopped out of the van, complete with face mask and dark hooded hat, and proceeded to gangster walk over to the families. They initially looked shocked and immediately on guard as he approached and the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm not here to rob you".

The others jumped out of the van, except LeRoy who was at this point pouting and ornery that his troop went against his wishes, and I watched my boys hand over goodies, make the kids smile, and brighten two families lives with a bit of silliness. Later, I learned that it was the best Booing experience they've ever had. I was so proud of them for seeing a need (not that the families needed sugar but they needed a lift) and not hesitating to change their plans to fill that need.

It might seem that I'm giving LeRoy a hard time but he also learned a lesson. He can tell all of us as many times as he wants (and he does!) that "life is all about being flexible" but he was not happy when his children quoted it right back to him. Later that evening we talked and he realized that they are great at being flexible and at serving. We were both proud of them and taught by them.

We've been Booing with our kids for at least 15 years. I look at this couple and suddenly see us as the grandparents that we are. We are no longer those young chickens with chicks following behind. We are the old hen and rooster who have been in a few scraps. Though we don't leave our position as parents, we do tend to stand back and watch our own chicks spread their wings. Fly my little ones. You've got this!

Octoberfest

October blew in with a vengeance. The boys found the windy silver lining when their blankets blew out behind them, igniting the superhero flame in their imaginations.

They stuffed that superhero power into huge rubber flexiballs and bounced their energy off of each other with hysterical tears of laughter echoing through the shed-turned-playhouse.

The insanity of soccer being played in October in Idaho is almost more than I can support, but I support Hyrum so here I sit bundled for a blizzard. These boys keep me young whether (and weather) I want it or not.

Take grocery shopping as an example. I never have to worry about taking myself seriously when these two are my cart companions.

Levi, Daymia and Derek joined us for our second Weber State football game, which was rainy, cold and full of fun. The next morning we enjoyed an IHOP breakfast and rides in Derek's new car . . . with the top up. October is no time for convertible rides.

I'm grateful that Nathan isn't taking the puberty driven onslaught of acne with too much seriousness. Puberty discussions have become a daily dinner topic and many times, comedic relief.

With Nathan reaching preteen, I find myself watching my baby Hyrum, wishing for time to slow while also enjoying the journey of his progression and growth. He took me on a date and I caught a glimpse of my little boy growing into a gentleman. He sweetly held the door, asked what I would like to eat, ordered for me, and provided delightful conversation without even a hint of the slightest social (aka: bodily function) faux pas.

During the church sponsored family history event we had a visit from our professional family history consultants, Grandpa and Grandma Fullmer. It was wonderful to have them sit around the table with us and coach us through cursive handwriting and confusing forms.

The next day we went to Bear World where the boys saw the playful side of Grandpa and Grandma. What a joy to see some of God's big fluffy creatures and to share in nature with some of our favorite people.

Boys and Apples

The joy of seeing all five of my boys together is that they are all friends. They watch out for and defend each other, even with all the arguments of youth.

Tech time, where they learn from each other and banter over who has the best computer, phone, apps, programs and skills.

Nathan and Hyrum were thrilled to learn that Derek and Justin had a pool at their apartment complex. Though the late September weather left the water rather cool, they had a great time trying to outdo each other in flips, dives, and tan lines.

Though it's still a year away, Hyrum has been contemplating his upcoming orchestra decision. Cello or violin? He talked Justin into giving him some pointers on the violin which solidified his decision. Violin for 5th grade orchestra next fall.

Speaking of 5th grade, where did my baby go? When he came into my room to talk I was surprised at how grown up he was in his athletic wear. I was happy to still see the little boy who wanted to snuggle with his momma.

As part of Nathan's 6th grade class, he had to come up with something for the class to sell as a fundraiser for the classroom. He whipped up a small batch of Edible Cookie Dough and took it for the class to sample to see if it would make the cut.

The class gave an emphatic thumbs up and after a double batch was put together, he filled 32 small cups and sold them at lunch (with the help of his class) during the first week of fundraising.

Rumor got around and we made up 50 cups for the second week...which nearly sold out! He handed out the remaining cups on the bus with complete satisfaction.

Three years after planting, and one transplant later, Nathan finally had apples grow to full ripened size on his apple tree. Most of Hyrum's blew away in the dramatic winds of spring but Nathan's held on through the whole season.

We loved the fresh, organic taste of Nathan's apples but they weren't enough to bottle for the winter season. I was so excited when a friend asked me to join her in picking from another neighbor's tree. As the boys climbed ladders and picked from full grown, established, overbearing trees, they day-dreamed about the potential of their own trees at home.

We picked enough to bottle a year's worth of apple crisp filling and juiced some for immediate drinking. They were the most delicious apples I think I've ever had. Worm free, large, sweet, and heavenly.