A 4 year old, a marker, and a LOT of cupcakes...

Can never be a good combination.  I found this out on Thursday morning.  Right about the time I was going to put Peyton in the shower to get her ready for school, I happen to notice a light green circle/square on the carpet.  My 1st thought was "Why is there Easter grass out and on the carpet?"  Peyton also happens to be standing in the middle of said circle/square on the carpet.  Upon further review of the situation, I realize that it is not Easter grass, but marker.  And it was green marker at that.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Green marker. 


This is the carpet after 2 rounds of carpet cleaner. 
Had I not been so livid, I would have gotten a picture before Dug tried to clean it.

We won't go into what my 2nd thought on this was, but the swear jar at my sister's house would be about $5 richer, maybe more.  She might charge more for the worse the word gets.  And know that it was not a pretty sight here at 812 for about the last 25 min before we left for school.  But also know that "Precious" was sprung early for good behavior that day, and her playroom escaped a day long lock down about 45min before bedtime that night. 

Of course now that my parent's are grandparents they see the humor and find the above situation charming and funny.  "It's just carpet Michelle" says my dad yesterday with a smile on his face.  "Well then how about I give her some markers and let her color on your carpet dad?"  He did not think that was so funny.  My mom said she could go color on the carpet upstairs, but it is so dark & brown that nobody would even notice it. 

You might be asking how the cupcakes factor into this.  I had an order for a wedding reception this weekend for 144 cupcakes and a small cake to go with it.  Needless to say I have been a wee bit more busy than I normally am, and followed on the heels of my sister's wedding the week before, I think someone just wanted & needed some attention. 

I could probably think of a few other less destructive ways to go about getting your parent's attention, but as crazycakes as things have been here the past few weeks, it does start to slow down just a little heading into Halloween.   And what is Peyton going to be for Halloween you ask??  A cupcake of course! 

And speaking of cupcakes, I have an order to finish for later today.  Pumpkin Farm pics to follow soon!

Wedding Weekend

  

The new Mr. & Mrs. Kunz!

But, before we get here, we had a fabulous weekend leading up to this.  Margaritas & mimosas, wedding rings & lifesavers, quite possibly the biggest/tallest bridal party ever, dance floor domination, recovery brunch the day after...Whew! 

Peyton had her 1st pedicure & manicure

My little rock-star of the weekend.  Runny nose, fever, and a cough wasn't going to stop her!

Dad walking his last daughter down the aisle, Mel would tell you the best was saved for last!

Brad being Brad, using a lifesaver as a stand in for the wedding rings.

I put out this jersey for Peyton to wear to get her hair done.  She added the hat.  Pretty put together for 7:15 in the morning!

Maid of Honor Sam, our sister Melissa, and the bride Melanie.

Sisters

Brad's sister Tracey & her daughter Katie.

Beautiful Bride-to-Be!

 Pretty flower girl after getting a touch of make-up. A "proud mama" moment for sure.  And yes, I totally lost it, had to get my make-up redone lost it, when she was done in the chair.  This is the 1st really big thing she has done, and she did a fantastic job! 

Simply stunning.

Pictures at a local greenhouse after the ceremony.

And after dinner, a whole lot of this.  There was dance floor domination by the Ukovich, Gura, and Norman girls!  This was the last wedding among our families, and we were going to do it up right.

Rockin out with "air" guitars!

I told you my kid was a rock-star this weekend.  This was also pre-meltdown, and it was a doozy of a meltdown.

This is my 10 year old neice Morgan with my escort for the wedding Grant. Morgan snagged this bouquet from a gaggle of former Big 10 volleyball players & javelin thrower and a bunch of other single ladies.  Morgan's parents, my sister-in-law and her husband, were all "How the hell did that happen?!?!"  Seriously, these girls stoop upwards of 6'4" in their heels.  Morgan swiped it up once the bouquet hit the floor, she was a whole lot closer to it than they were!

I call this bowling for people.  Apparently it is a Carlyle/southern IL thing.  Brad bowled 1st:

And Mel picked up the 7/10 split.  And the "pins" know it is supposed to be a 7/10 split.  It was pretty fun to watch!

Congrats again to Mel and Brad! 



Nothing but Random

As our friend Jenna walks into my parent's house after school today:

"Hey Jenna, there are  M&M's in the bowl for when you go potty.  But only for after, not before."

Jenna is almost 17 and a junior in high school, I'm pretty sure she has the hang of things by now.

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Random bursts from the pumpkin farm:

"Hey there sheep!"

"Eat it goat."

"Hey, whadda ya know, we're here."

"Hi cow!"

"What's up piggies?!?"

"Arrr, shiver me timbers, let's go home."

"This is like climbing on hay." (as she is climbing on bales of hay)

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Peyton has decided she needs to talk like a cheerleader.  You know the sound-short, direct, hits every syllable, minus the clapping hands.  Not only to speak in "cheer", but to cheer all day as well. 

There is one about "Cookies, cookies, cookies and cream..." and another about "Hey.  Hey you. Get out of our way..."  There are even hand gestures and blown kisses to go with the cheers.  I do have video of the cookies and cream, I just don't know how to get it on here yet. 

Lots of pictures to come soon of the pumpkin farm and the wedding this coming weekend.

Picture Edition

Just when I was beginning to think that I wasn't going to have as much to write about now that Peyton is in pre-school 5 mornings a week (yes yes, you read that right, 5 mornings a week, that's how this mom rolls)  she brings home an art project today.  She drew a picture of myself on one side of the paper and a picture of Doug on the other.  Before you go all "Awww, isn't that sweet?!?"  Let's have a look shall we...

Doug's side:

Not bad right? 

Now this is my side:



"Mom, I had to draw a picture of you and I made you all crazy like."  (While waving her hands in the air all around her head)

I'll get you my pretty, and your little crayons too.

Just sayin'.

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Remember Hot Pants McGee? 

These are the pants she had on the day I wrote that post.

This is her trying to hike them up.  They are a thicker material, so it doesn't work as well as her yoga capris.

So, I give you the yoga capris.  A nice thinner material. 

Perfect for this:

And had I been quick enough, I also would have gotten a picture of her in her hiked up shorts as well, but to be quite honest,  my wine glass was empty and well, I have priorities people.

Hot Pants McGee

Peyton's latest fashion statement, I use the term fashion loosely, is to hike her pants all the way up her legs as far as she can and go about her day.  Long pants or capris, makes no difference to her.  She much prefers yoga capri pants, they go up the easiet and stay there the longest.  And when she gets those yoga pants up, she might as well be wearing those teeny tiny spandex shorts like the volleyball players do.

Today's pants are a thicker sweatpant material, think that would slow her down?  No siree.  Not even a little.  These pants don't go as high as her thinner material pants would, be she's going to hike them puppies up as though her life depended on it.  She'll even walk around holding her pant legs up if she has to.  And her legs are about a mile long, so there is a lot of pant leg to hold.

And since they read "If you give a moose a muffin" in school today, I give you my version of "If you give..."

If you give a Peyton some long pants, she's gonna want to hike them up.  And once she has hiked them up she gonna want to walk around and shake her groove thang a bit more than she normally does.  And then her mom is going to discover that she has pulled her pants up to the sky and tell the Peyton she needs to put her pants down.  And once the Peyton has done this, and her mom has gone back about her business of putzing around the house, the Peyton is going to pull those pants back up so fast you never knew they were down in the first place.

And if you give a Peyton a second warning about having her pants hiked up to rival that of a hot pants flight attendant from years gone by, she is not going to be happy.  She might even give you a pouty lip and "humph" all the while crossing her arms and turning her back to you.   This is not going to make her mom very happy.

This might also make the mom come over and pull the pant legs down and say again "Pull your pants down!"  And once the mom has said this to the Peyton, and once again gone back about putzing about the house, the Peyton is going to want to go outside.  And if you let the Peyton outside with her friends, what will be the first thing she does??  It most likely would be to hear her mother scream out the upstairs bedroom window " HEY!!! I SAID PULL. YOUR. PANTS. DOWN!!!!! N O W !!!!!!" (think Mommy Dearest and her love for wire hangers)

This is going to want to make Peyton's mom want to duct tape her pant legs to her body so that the pants may be worn the way the manufacturer intended.  Notice that the mom did not say staple, as that would not look so good to the dad once he got home from school.  And if you give the mom enough grief, she is going to take the pants off the Peyton and put her in shorts because the Peyton surely won't be able to hike up her shorts and have them stay.

Silly mom.  Of course the Peyton will. 

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Fancy Nancy



Peyton brought me two of her Fancy Nancy books the other night and wanted to read.  If you have never heard of or read Fancy Nancy, she is a girl who uses fancy words in place of ordinary ones. 

For example: "Tomorrow is ..."

"Pjamam Day!" we shout in unison.

(That's a fancy word for all together.)

As we were reading Pajama Day and The Dazzling Book Report, I decided to ask Peyton what the "fancy" words meant as they appeared in the story.  

Me: "Elegant is a fancy word for what?"

P: "Plume."

Me: "No, fancy."

P: "Not plume?  Oh.  Alright."

Me: " Dilemma is a fancy word for what?"

P: " Plume!"

Me: "It means problem."

P: "Oh alright, problem"

Me: "Select is a fancy word for what?"

P: "Pl...Pick!" (she started to say plume)

Me: "Plume is a fancy word for what?"

P: "Uh...feather!"

She likes her feathers, what can I say?

FINALLY! She goes to school...

A few things:

1. I realize Labor Day has passed, but her shoes are not white.  They are ivory.  So there Stacey & Clinton.  It was those or hot pink Converse All-Stars. 

2. I think she is channeling her inner Gaga in this picture.  We did watch the VMA's last night.

3. *I* wanted her to wear this outfit, Uncle Kath gave it to her for her birthday this summer.  She wanted something completely different.  I convinced her she had to go sassy on the 1st day of 4 year old pre-school. 

4. Yes, you read #3 correctly.  You have my permission to say "I told you so."

5. I told her last week that she had homework due on her 1st day of class. 

Her instant reply:  "OH COME ON!" 

6. Upon attempting to complete said homework on Sunday, she was "Soooooo tired" and "I can't/don't want to/don't know how do this", but quickly recovered when she figured out that her options were either to do the homework or take a nap if she was that tired.  Really. It starts this early??

7. Our neighbor Lily went to pre-school for the 1st time today.  Peyton thought she was the bomb diggity showing Lily what school was all about. 

8. Peyton was also told she was going to go to school everyday this year.  Her instant reply to that: "WHAT?!? <huge sigh> I don't think so."

9.  My response to #9: "You sure are sister!" <jumps for joy while saying it>

10.  I love school!