Giving thanks, family style

Greetings blogging friends and family!

I am back from taking a much needed week long break. I can’t say I am well rested, but just getting away from the regular ol’ grind and work was so nice.

There were five kids in the house; their ages: 9, 8, 7, 5 and almost 2. My Princess is the ONLY girl, and she prefers to serve cheese with her whine, unlike the boys.

As you can imagine, it was non-stop playing with occasional arguing. Over important things like what movie was going to be watched or who was going to be player 1 on the Wii. Sheesh, if that was my only worry in the world.

We began our week of giving thanks by joining my two oldest nephews at their school for lunch:

We also enjoyed my middle nephew’s class Thanksgiving feast on Tuesday. I took this sweet little face to the “buffet” THREE times:

My sister and brother-in-law are both on staff at the school and stopped by for a photo opportunity.

The Princess was thankful to spend excessive amounts of time on the trampoline, as evidenced by the LARGE amounts of static electricity in her hair:

Me being a lifetime scientist, had to verify the presence of such electrical currents (only after emptying my bladder, of course):

Funny how a 40 year old on a trampoline brings out the masses to join in the fun:

Thursday, we were joined by a surprise guest for our Thanksgiving feast. Mr. GRITS drove down to surprise the kids and spent Thursday and part of Friday with us before having to return for work on Saturday:

Raise your hand if you remember years of sitting at the official “kids table”:

The hubby and I had a little bonding time with our youngest nephew, Jackson. We had to convince him that we are as cool as his brothers think we are. Mission accomplished, I think:

*WARNING* Auburn fans, look away now.

As some of you may not know, it was college football rivalry week here in Alabama. Saturday we enjoyed, for the first time in the last 7 years, watching Alabama beat the Auburn Tigers 36-0.

ROLL TIDE!!!!

12 - 0, bay-bee!

We’re #1!!

Despite the fact we were slap dab in the middle of Florida State country, we all donned our ‘Bama garb. We even took the kids out for breakfast despite the fact the city was packed with people for the Florida/FSU game.

Here’s the next generation of Alabama football fans:

I even had my special ‘Bama ‘fro going on, thanks to the FL rain and humidity:

So, now we all have to get back to our regular routines and I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled blogging. I hope you all had as much fun at your Thanksgiving get together as we had at ours.

(btw, I created my sister a new blog header….go here to check it out and maybe we can encourage her to do a little more posting! I’d like us to be as famous as another family blogging duo—Queen B and Beachy Mimi)

Turkey Bound

Today we are headed to my sister’s house for whole a week of Thanksgiving fun. 

The “stair-step” cousins will be in da’ house and playing fast and furious all week long!

You may find a new post here this week….and you may not. 

I hope everyone has a blessed week and a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!

 

Here’s a little message from the Princess:

 

 

 

 

 

Psalm 107:1

“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good and his love endures forever.”

‘Fro Me to You—Old and Cold

Woo hoo!!!

Not only am I excited because I have one more day of work and then I’m on vacation for a solid week, but it’s also ‘Fro Me to You day in blogland. Sponsored by our hostess with the mostest, Kristen.

In honor of the freezing colder weather that has crippled invaded the South, I have pulled out a couple of photos that clearly show that we Southerners are just not built to handle the frigid temperatures of more northern areas of these United States.

Background Info:

These photos were taken during a “mission” trip to the campus of Purdue University in Indiana. A small group from my college went to help out the Baptist Student Union on the Purdue campus. The date was probably around March of 1988.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember the why and the what. I have a vague recollection of the trip (which seems to be a recurring theme of a few college trips). But I definitely remember going to a restaurant where a scene in “Hoosiers” was filmed.

And I do remember the HUGE zit that incapacitated our leader for a portion of our trip. Seriously.

And apparently it was cold…. very, very cold.

*taking a bow*

Thank you, thank you very much and bless my heart.

While I’ve got you trapped visiting, I may as well drag these two photos out from the same trip:

Apparently we wanted to stage ourselves jumping for joy over the snow.

Ummm, I believe that is me, *GULP*, River dancing in the Purdue Baptist Student Union. I was ahead of the time, clearly.

All righty then. Now that the embarrassment is over, it’s time to move along, nothing else to see here.

Click HERE to head on over to Kristen’s blog and take a look at plenty more photos that have never seen the inside of a scrapbook.

Don’t forget to come back for Thursday’s in December when I present to you my Christmas spectacle Spectacular!

Food Critic Numero Uno

I’d like to think my skills as a food critic began way back in my college days. Perhaps, Teresa would be willing to share and verify this memory.

I don’t like to brag, but I am almost positive I was solely responsible for Rick, the dining hall manager, removing all comment cards from the premises.

I didn’t want to shut down the only place to eat on campus, I just wanted change. I wanted my newly found “voice” to be heard.

You must agree there is something inherently wrong with ham that is served in a tray whilst submerged under a watery liquid. And wouldn’t you say that pimento’s sprinkled in every vegetable for “presentation” is a bit much.

My ability to critique food has only improved as time has gone by.

Which brings me to my most recent restaurant critique.

Imagine the excitement and palpitations I experienced as I saw the Greek flag flying outside a newly renovated restaurant that is less than 2 miles from my house.

I watched and waited….and this weekend the sign went up. NOW OPEN!

And tonight was the night…..the night I realized I am a Greek food snob.

If there is such a thing. I feel certain there is and I am.

The food was just all right with me. The portions were VERY small for the price they charged. I had to send my lamb back because when I cut into it the meat it actually baa’d. Really.

The menu selections were quite limited.

The kids menu, nonexistent. Although, they did charge kids entrees half price. But when the entree is almost $20 that a kids meal for $10!! Which is too much $$$$.

I’m not sure a mason jars over wall sconces are an official Greek accent. Might I suggest a few more white Corinthian columns spattered throughout. Or perhaps a few white statues in togas and definitely some Greek music playing just to help out with the ambiance.

Now for a few tips, you know, in case the owners happen to read my blog because they searched google for authentic Greek restaurant tips.

(Dad, you may want to look away now, because you may find all this shocking).

Contrary to popular opinion, Greek folks do not eat buttered Texas Toast spattered with oregano all over it as an appetizer.

Also, we do not traditionally eat Tsatsiki – the yogurt cucumber dip- on EVERY thing that comes to the table, especially spanikopita. It’s just wrong.

As best I know, HUMMUS is not a Greek dish, although I do love it. And when you serve it as a side dish, you need something for it to be spread on. And not the afore mentioned Greek style Texas Toast.

Last but not least, a “Greek pastry variety plate” for $3.99 should have more than 4 thumb sized pastries on your ginourmous green melamine plate. It should include baklava stacked in the shape of a the acropolis! Just my opinion.

MUCH to my dismay, I got a two for one trip tonight to our new “Greek” restaurant….my first trip and my last trip.

Mr. GRITS is willing to give it one more try. I’m out. With this Greek girl, you only get one shot to wow me.

I give the place 6 months.

And I’d be willing to bet this restaurant is not owned by anybody with a name ending in –opoulos or any other vowel filled name.

This Greek food critic is over and out. OPA!

Share the Love

 

If you are looking for an easy way you can teach your children they can make a difference, then allow me to introduce to you Operation Christmas Child.

 

From Samaritanspurse.org :

 

Operation Christmas Child brings joy and hope to children in desperate situations around the world through gift-filled shoe boxes and the Good News of God’s love. Since 1993, more than 61 million shoe boxes have been packed, shipped, and delivered across the globe. People of all ages can be involved in this simple, hands-on missions project while focusing on the true meaning of Christmas—Jesus Christ.

 

Our family has participated in this wonderful project for over 5 years now, and this year’s excitement was no different than any other.  My kids just have to hear the word “shoebox” and they are ready to go shopping for “their” kids. 

This year we doubled our fun and allowed the kids prepare boxes for two children each.  We also include a photo and our address in hopes we will hear from maybe one of our “shoebox kids”.  It hasn’t happened yet, but this could be the year.

 

 

 

 

This whole week, November 17-24, is the “Collection Week” for the shoe boxes.

So, it’s NOT TOO LATE to get involved.  To help cover the costs of shipping boxes, a $7 donation is asked, which can be paid online.  And if you don’t have time to make a box, you can donate money at the website linked below.

For more shoebox information and where to find a collection site near you, click on the icon:

 

 

 

 

If I haven’t convinced you yet to participate in this opportunity to share with children around the world, take the time to watch this moving video.  WARNING:  might need kleenex.

Samaritan’s Purse Video

 

Just look at these sweet faces:

 

 

 

 

Luke 10:37

The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”  Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

Then Sings My Soul-- MWS

Thanks for stopping by for a rare Saturday post here at the GRITS house. I am stalling. I am about to embark on the weekend edition of “The Cleaning of the Pig Sty”.

But not before I have a hot caffeinated beverage. Because I left this winter favorite in my lunch bag at work:

I had to settle for NEW and DELICIOUS discovery that you must try:

Now that I’ve got my hot cup of java, I thought I would join in this Meme I saw over at Mel’s place. The Meme originates at Amy’s Signs, Miracles, and Wonders.

The “rules” are simple:

Just write a post on your blog about a song. It can be a song that has spoken to your heart during a difficult time... a song that brings back a special memory... a song that makes you want to sing along to the top of your lungs... a song that makes you glad... a song that makes you want to dance... a song that has inspired you... a song that makes you feel like the words were written just for you... a song that makes your soul sing.

The song I have chosen to share today is by my all time favorite artist, Michael W. Smith. I’ve been listening to Smitty since his beginning in Contemporary Christian music.

I can remember using my TAPE RECORDER to tape his songs off the radio. Do you know how hard it was to hit the play button AND the record button at the same time, at the right time, to get ALL of the song on the cassette???

Anywhoo…..those days are over and now I have a CD I can wear out in my car and on my iPod. And I can even watch MWS sing over on YouTube. Yay!

This song is from his most recent album “A New Hallelujah”. You may remember I was quite giddy about attending this concert last month.

If you don’t own it, buy it, download it, whatever you need to do. Enough banter, here’s the title track:

Hope everyone has a blessed weekend!

And click over to Amy’s here if to see what songs others have chosen to share.

‘Fro Me to You—It’s snot funny

 

Welcome to Thursday at the GRITS house! 

 

*bells* *whistles* *confetti parade*

 

Yes folks it’s hard to believe a week has passed, but it is indeed THAT time again.

Time for Kristen’s blog par-tay, where we, the bloggers, give you, the readers, a glimpse of some photos that have never graced the inside of a scrapbook.  For obvious reasons.  Yet posting them on the Internet is so much more fun!

As I make final preparations for the weeks leading up to what will be my Christmas spectacle spectacular, I will give you one quick preview that will hopefully keep you coming back for more.

I present to you, me….I would be the little booger on the left.  That cute sassy thing on the right would be my little sister. 

 

The gift to get that year, a green plastic garbage can with a heapin’ helpin’ of SLIME inside.  I knew exactly what to do with it.  This was the beginning of my comedic career, which was obviously short lived.

I am gonna’ have to guess my age, but I think I was probably around 9 in this photo.  Which leaves my highly fashionable little sister at the ripe old age of 5. 

It’s nice to be reminded I might not have been the only one in the house subjected to wearing the dreaded “corrective shoes”.  (click back new folks, it’s well worth it)

 

For more snot funny photos click on over to We Are THAT Family here.  And while your at it, why not join in the Thursday fun.  It’s like therapy, once a week AND it’s free.

Same Song, 100th verse

Who remembers this camp song, which was probably sung over one million times in back seat of the family Pontiac Bonneville.

Fried ham, fried ham
Cheese and bologna
And after the macaroni
We’ll have onions, pickles and pretzels
And then we’ll have some more fried ham
Fried ham, fried ham!

Same song second verse English accent little bit worse...followed by the third verse….the politically incorrect Chinese accent little bit worse…..and we invented plenty more accents, believe me!

Seems like yesterday all four of us kids were not seat belted in the faux-leather back seat of my mom’s Bonneville with the windows rolled down in the hotter-than-blue-blazes Alabama summer. Everyone’s sweaty legs were stuck to each others and we were stinkin’ hot….literally. But that didn’t break our campfire spirit.

And I don’t remember my mom saying a word about our 435 verses. Coincidentally, I have yet to bring out this oldie but goodie song to the GRITS backseat.

I’m thinking this will be the year….perhaps on our Thanksgiving road trip.

Which brings me to the reason I am flashing back to my seemingly good ol’ days.

The Princess got in the car after school and said, “Mommy we played this fun game…..we stuck our thumb up in the air…..blah, blah, blah…..and I had to guess who touched my thumb and I did!”

My rusted out elementary cog wheels started turning with quite a few squeaks! Neurons were firing sparks like mad.

I asked her what was the name of the game she had played. Nothing. Just a shrug in the rear view mirror.

I sat thinking. *DING*

Heads Up, 7-Up!! That’s it. Thank you mind for still being astute. Sometimes.

But, yes, that was the game the Princess had played. I haven’t thought about that game in DECADES, but it was certainly a grade school favorite of mine.

And don’t think I won’t whip it out next time I’m put in charge of a small group of children. Which I hope is no time soon.

Now, anybody up for a game of Doggy, Doggy where’s your bone??

Dinner Drama

Raise you hand if you have a child that is a picky eater?!

 

*INSERT LONG PAUSE HERE, WHILE I RAISE MY HANDS*

 

Long story short here:

Meet the 9 year old boy who will eat his weight in sushi in a single sitting. 

 

 

For those not on the sushi train……RAW fish, and in some cases cooked fish, sitting atop a bed of delicious rice.  Oh yes, and I can’t leave out that some of the sushi variety are wrapped in SEAWEED.

Yummy to some, not to others.

 

Now, meet the 9 year old boy who does not eat red meat of any kind….that’s right NO hamburgers, NO steak, NO NOTHING!  But lives for Teriyaki sauce on any given white meat.

 

 

GO FIGURE:

Loves ribs, won’t touch pulled BBQ.

Loves raw broccoli, cheese, and white rice, but you couldn’t pay him to eat ONE bite of broccoli casserole.

Loves potato chips and French fries, but won’t touch a potato in ANY other form.

 

I could go on and on.  Which brings me here tonight.  I made this delicious Corn Chowder soup for supper. 

Here we go again with a mixture of all things he will eat separately, but not in a group form. 

And what do you think happened at our supper table.  Well of course he didn’t want to eat it.  I had to pull out the big guns and request he eat 10 bites of the soup, or the Webkinz this week would be *poof*.  And every Webkinz owner knows you MUST tend that garden or it will die.

I call it motivation, you may call it something else.  He proceeded to choke down all 10 bites of the soup with much ado and drama.

I’ll tell you what my mom called it when I didn’t want to eat those DISGUSTING slimey canned beets….she called it, “I’m gonna spank you if you don’t eat those beets”.  Message received.  Beets eaten. 

Not any more.

I don’t want him to sound too bad, but he does drink his milk and eats plenty of raw vegetables.  He also loves fruits, cheese and nuts.  So, I know he is getting some nutrition.

No, I don’t want to force the kid to eat foods, but I want him to try new things.  But the obvious problem with meal planning is driving me crazy!

HELP!!!

Does anybody out there have any comments, tips, suggestions, something….anything?!

Working for the Weekend

I don’t know about everyone else, but around here we definitely look forward to our weekends!

This past week was no different from any other week, except for the fact we had actual weekend plans.  Not just a play it by ear thing.

Friday night was movie night.  It was a no brainer for the GRITS group:

 

I’m not ashamed by the fact we L-O-V-E some HSM and, for us, this one was just as good as the first two.  And who can complain when you’ve got a 20ft Zac Efron on the screen.  Ahem.  So, if you haven’t seen it, you must go!  And don’t forget the Milk Duds to go with your Coke Zero.

 

Saturday, I went with a couple of friends to a local event called Merry Market sponsored by our local Junior League.  It was my first time to attend and there were so many vendors with a lot of cute items.  But it was a bit too, as I say, “chez froo-froo” for me.    I just can’t justify spending more on an outfit for my 7 year old than I would on myself.  I guess I am cheap like that.  I like to think of it as practical.  Anywhoo.

However, here’s my favorite purchase, a ceramic polka dot Alabama Christmas ornament that looks like the one shown in the photo below, which was taken by my bloggy friend Leigh over at Tales from Bloggeritaville.

 

 

And what exactly do you think we were doing at 2:30 Saturday afternoon???  Must you ask. 

 

ALABAMA FOOTBALL

LS-who?

#1, bay-beee

Ok, I’m done rubbing it in.  I can’t control myself.

 

The GRITS kids learned to work for their food this weekend when our pecan tree began dropping pecans from its branches like manna from Heaven. 

The kids spent the better part of Saturday morning collecting nature’s goods.  And they’ve spent the better part of the weekend enjoying the “fruits” of their work.  Lego-Man is still holding out for a pecan pie.  I’ll get right on that.  In a minute.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We topped our super fantabulous weekend off with a little dippin’ tonight.  A little chocolate, some fruit and *poof* instant gratification for all involved. 

 

 

 

Hope you all had a great weekend and just remember there are only 5 more days until Friday!  Everybody’s working for the weekend……

Patiently waiting

 

For the last 10 years, I have always enjoyed a trip to see my doctor because I am generally the youngest person in the waiting room by DECADES!  Today was no different.  The person closest to my age today was probably 65.  And when you spend a little time with that many “seasoned” people, things happen.

As I pulled into the parking lot today, there was a near collision between a Buick and Oldsmobile while backing out of their spaces.  I approached the area with great caution and hurriedly headed toward the door.

While I patiently waited for my name to be called I began taking notes of all the things going on around me in that waiting room. 

Why?  Because I need to know what to do as I get older.  Plus I certainly had nothing better to do and I’m always on the look out for good blog material.

First of all, I immediately noticed the waiting room was about 80 degrees.  And I’m almost positive I was the only one that did not have a stitch of fleece on my body.

There seemed to be a lot of LOUD repeating going on around me.  “NO.  You are here to get your blood drawn!”  Of course, it could have been hard to hear over the man sound asleep snoring in the chair adjacent to mine.

Note to self, schedule appointment WITH hubby for the same day and time, that way we can “knock it out” in just one trip.  These folks are brilliant.

FOUR WORDS:  Elastic waistband, SAS shoes.

Top three hair colors:  Paula Deen grey, Lucille Ball red, and Betty Rubble black.

I don’t suppose bald is a hair color.

I also noticed a sign on each bathroom door, which thankfully I could still read from the back corner chair.  The signs read, “NO SMOKING”.  Which only verifies to me that someone did and warranted the sign.

Because the TV was on some liberal slanted news channel I decided to check out a few magazines.  Anybody need me to catch them up on the latest issues of LARGE PRINT Reader’s Digest, AARP, or Modern Maturity??? 

I was so relieved when the nurse called my name.  Because the last few minutes prior I watched in awe as the elderly gentleman next to me groomed his nails with what appeared to be a machete size pocket-knife. 

I thought the doctor’s office fun was finally done until I saw this in my exam room:

 

Nothing better than an interactive Viagra calculator to help men calculate their E.D. number while they wait.  Notice the buttons and readout screen on the bottom right.   Seems to me the print on this is way TOO small for the age man I saw in the waiting room.  Which leads me to suspect it was developed by a older woman.

 

So next time you are at your doctor’s office, pay attention.  You just might miss something!

The Simple Life

 

Found this on the dining room table this morning from the Princess.  It’s written to her BFF that is coming home from school with us today for a couple hours.

I wish my life was this simple:

 

 

I bet you can’t believe my little Princess got a 90 in “penmanship” on her report card yesterday.

‘Fro Me to You—Down and Dirty

Welcome again to the Internet’s Thursday hoedown sponsored by Kristen at We Are THAT Family.

I realized I threatened not to return after last week’s scary reveal. But you know this is my favorite day in blogland.

This week, I bring to you a photo of how my mom used to take my twin sister and I out to play as toddlers:

Yes, we are sitting in a plastic pool, in dresses with our toys. Why you may ask??? Because my mom thought babies should smell like babies and be clean at all times.

Yes, she did.

Guess what happened one day when she left the front door open while getting the mail:

We marched our white-as-snow sailor dresses directly to the driveway. Our neighbor witnessed the whole blessed event and captured it for eternity’s sake. For this was the first day in our short lives we played and got dirty!

As a tomboy in training, I clearly answered the call of the dirt by getting down and dirty right then and there. The first of many days I spent covered in filth.

My twin, who was NOT a tomboy in training, sat in the soft grass and appears as though she is brushing off the dirt. And I’m almost positive she’s never spent one day covered in filth.

For more fun photos that have never graced the pages of a scrapbook, click here. Better yet, drag out your own photos and join Kristen’s Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You carnival every Thursday.

Wordless Wednesday—We’re #1

 

 

(University of Alabama Homecoming Parade 2008)

Do your part

Today is election day, in case you’ve been under a rock.

In this country we have the privilege to vote.  If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.  Nobody makes us.  But, in my opinion, you forfeit your right to complain if you don’t vote. 

We don’t live under a dictatorship and there is certainly no royal lineage.  We can all actually think for ourselves, well, most of us. 

I remember the first time I had the privilege of voting.  The year was 1988.  My candidates of choice, Bush/Quayle, of course.  Not even a Greek guy (Dukakis) on the other ticket could change my mind.  I ain’t running no liberal show here in case you haven’t noticed. 

Woops, did I type that out loud.  Sorry.

Heck, it’s my blog.

I am going to be honest, I am sick of it all!! The rhetoric, the finger pointing, the smearing commercials, the pre-poll projections and the seemingly lack of intelligence by some. 

I’m tired of all the questions not being answered by candidates and more importantly the thought of my taxes going up sickens me to new levels! 

Yes, I have laughed at the SNL sketches.  They’ve been a nice break to all the hoopla.  Tina Fey rocks Sarah Palin.  BTW, did you Sarah can see Russia from her front porch?  How cool is that.   Anywhoo.

I’m just going to leave it at that….because I could go on a tirade as to what peeves me about the candidates and their followers, but I won’t. 

This country is so far off track from what our forefathers devised.  I shutter to think what kind of changes may come our way in the next decade.  I think the United States is at moral crossroads here.  Again.  It’s my blog.

Am I worried about this election.  I’d be lying if I said “no”.  I’ve been a worrier since I entered this world and 40 years later, I can’t say I’ve given that trait up.  And, unfortunately, I think I have passed it on to one boy child in this house.

However, the difference is that I KNOW who is in control of every circumstance on this planet and in this country. GOD has a plan.  I may not like it, but He allows us to be in certain situations for a reason.  Elections included.  God IS in control.

Ironically, the Bible verse I chose for my “life verse” many years ago is this:

Proverbs 3:5-6

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.  In all they ways acknowledge Him and HE WILL DIRECT THY PATHS.”

 

Say a prayer and GO VOTE!

Then be sure to stop by Starbuck’s for a free coffee, followed by a free Krispy Kreme doughnut which can be dipped in some free Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.  Gosh, I LOVE this country!

GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Not scratch and sniff…..

Look at this:

Can you believe how cute this is??

And it is so fitting for the Alabama fan in your life. Ahem, Jennifer at Dust Bunny Hostage, you totally need this.

What? You want to know what that little note reads in the top left corner?

Oh. Sorry. Let me look.

“MADE WITH REAL POO”

Huh? Let me flip that over for you to get a better look.

How’s that:

See, nothing to worry about. It’s just paper made from “Elephant Poo”.

Oh and even better, “100% Recycled AND ODORLESS”.

Well thank goodness for that. I can imagine Aunt Myrtle opening up her super cute Christmas card from the GRITS family saying to Uncle Earl “do you smell something that kinda smells like the zoo?”.

I even LOVE that there are poo piles behind the elephant for a more authentic look.

I would SO love to know who came up with this and what they were smoking thinking at the time.

Can you imagine the conversation in the elephant exhibit at the zoo

“Rusty, you might think this is crazy, but I think we can come up with something to do with ALL this elephant poop”

“You think so, Cletus”

*Poof* Middle of the night vision, “POO POO PAPER”

And the rest is history……

For the rest of the poo poo paper history, complete with exactly how they make the paper from the dung, click on over to Poo Poo Paper. You will not be disappointed.

The site is complete with the “Poo-tique” Online Shop. So, if you’ve got that one person on your list who has everything. You might want to think about some elephant poop. Recycled, of course.

*SNORT* *GIGGLE*

Showed it to my kids when they got home from school, guess who asked, “does it smell?” while holding it up to HER nose? *cackle* *snort again*

Punkins

 

I say you don’t have to carve the pumpkin.  My kids said differently.

All I can say is better late than never.  My kids would say otherwise.

 

 

Perhaps he has a future in medicine delivering babies? 

I hope not.

 

 

Look who else got their creative groove on!

 

 

No more pumpkin whining.

 

 

“It’s sideways???”  ;)  I know.

 

 

A pirate says arrgh.