Late Thirties

One day you're born and then the next thing you know it's ridiculously close to noon on your birthday and your children and husband are yelling at you from downstairs that it's time to get dressed (not that they were) and out of bed already and you're suddenly in your late thirties.  Crazy.

 

Just an hour later and voila! Anne at 444 months old, Jacob at 50.5 months old, Owen at 29 months old.

In other news...

Fortunately, Jacob did not end up being a mummy for Halloween, but he's always willing to try out a concept/costume.

Carving pumpkins. 

Owen as Curious George and Jacob as some sort of yellow super hero, maybe Wolverine (?), even though he had an awesome astronaut costume and Batman costume as options.  Me: letting go of control.

With the drama Hurricane Sandy brought we didn't know what to expect for Halloween week, but alas, Mark made it down from storm ravaged Long Island to stay with the boys so Mike and I could go on a long-planned trip.  He was a complete super hero spending FIVE days with them ALONE including a canceled school day, a canceled flight (ours coming home!), and Owen freely admitting he wasn't a good listener to Papa (2 year olds!).  Er...at least we had power.  Beyond thank you, Mark!