Our Halloweens So Far

2006

Davis came home from the NICU on the 11th of October so we stayed snuggled inside with our big bowl of candy and little baby Davis, eagerly awaiting trick-or-treaters.  We got ONE knock on the door.  ONE!  Reason number 749 why Hunt Road could be considered a fail. 

2007

Turtle Davis.  Look at that little guy!!  And my bright, blue velour hoodie.  Ooh-la-la.

2008

Superman Davis.  He looks like he's being tortured.  Halloween frightened him for a few years.

Not sure where the Hell we went dressed like this...

2009

Cowboy Davis.  This picture was taken post horse wrangle.  Hot mess.

 

Pillow fight (with my girlie, Danielle) and Dog, the Bounty Hunter.

 

2010

Boogs was barely a month old here.  And clearly thinks Halloween is LAME-O.

Davis, as Woody.  God, I love him.

2011

Cuteness overload.  I shoved her in that Cookie Monster costume for weeks.  It was THAT presh.

IRONMAN!!!

2012

Spiderman and a 'I'm not wearing my costume no matter how much you beg and plead and bribe' kid

 

2013

Quite surprisingly, Davis isn't going to be a superhero this year.

On This Day In...

1390 - In Paris, the first trial for witchcraft takes place, resulting in the death of three people.

1901 -  Leon Czolgosz, U.S. President William McKinley's assassin, is executed by electrocution.

1921 - Harvard University's football team ends their 25 game winning streak. This is considered one of the biggest upsets in college football.

1929 - The New York Stock Exchange crashes (Black Tuesday), beginning the Great Depression.

1960 - Muhammad Ali wins his first professional fight in Louisville, Kentucky.

1971 -  In Macon, Georgia, guitarist Duane Allman (of the Allman Brothers) is killed in a motorcycle accident.

2013 - I have a HUGE lecture exam this morning covering the Immune and Respiratory Systems.  I should be studying right now.  Wish me luck!!

(All according to Wikipedia...well, except that last fun fact.  I came up with that one all by myself.)

Yay, We're Having A Good Time...Not...

"We haven't done anything, just the four of us, in a while."

Just an out-loud thought I threw at Justin the other night.

"Ok.  What do you wanna go do?"

We went to the pumpkin patch farm in Adairsville. 

Boogs screamed and cried the entire way up.  There may or may not have been an issue with her biscuit and a lack of eating said biscuit.  Normally I would've been all like, "Fine. Don't eat. Whatever'', deeming it an issue not worth fighting.  But I couldn't let it go.  I blacked out about halfway up, but I'm pretty sure I ended up physically shoving pieces into her mouth with my body half way hanging in the front seat, threw Puppers into the trunk of the SUV, and contemplated diving out of my window, onto 75.  She is out of control 70% of the time and my patience for it runs out after about the 3rd minute of every episode.  The other 30% of her is filled with twirls and 'eyes closed' sugars and make believe and the best conversations I've ever had in my life. 

Tensions were very high between us all by the time we got to the stupid place.  Everyone was aggravated with each other.  But, we pushed through.  And I didn't end up as road kill on the highway...silver lining...

 

Here's me, banging my head against a mirror...

 

Be a mad pumpkin...

 

Petting 'Ice Cream' or 'Twinkie' or whatever his name was...

 

I have got to start spending more one-on-one time with this young man...



 

 

Yay.  A hayride...

Notice her glazed, 'I got into a terrible fight with my boyfriend and I've been up all night bawling' eyes...

The Shining maze...

My perfect child, enjoying the horse swing...

 

Oh, and her...

Not sure she cracked a smile once...

And some Instagram edits...

 

And...she screamed and cried the whole way home.  This time it was because Davis wouldn't give her his drink.  Or was it because Justin was singing HER song (NOT YOURS!!!) from The Little Mermaid?  I can't recall.

I'm so pumped for our next Nunley family bonding experience.  It will definitely involve booze.

Anti-Drug Campaign...According To A Seven Year Old

Since Davis' school is nearing the end of their Red Ribbon Week campaign, I thought I'd spark a little conversation with him about drugs.

Me:  "Davis, do you know what drugs are?"
D:  "No."
Me:  "What is Red Ribbon Week?"
D:  "Where you wear ribbons or somethin'?"
Me:  "Are drugs good or bad?"
D:  "I think...good."
Me:  "Give me an example of a drug."
D:  "Being on task."

That's right.  Being on task.  Have fun with your friends, Frankenstein.

Hair Nets and Plastic Trays

If you have a school-aged child, you know about the MealPay Program.  It's a monetary account, specifically for your child, that handles any food/beverage/snack/etc. transaction at school.  The parent puts the money into the account online and the child spends it as he/she wishes using their student ID number. 

Letters are sent home to notify you if you're account balance gets too low.  Children aren't deprived of food until you're $10 in the hole, at which time the poor kid has to eat a grilled (probably microwaved) cheese sandwich. 

Anyway...I'm trailing off...

I always put about $20 in at a time, knowing that all Davis ever purchases is a 50 cent chocolate milk to go along with his packed lunches.

I received a letter stating that Davis owed $3.50.  Thinking it was way too soon for his $20 to be spent, I logged onto his account to check his purchase history.  There were $1.25 charges for 'general breakfast' purchases every single day plus random $1.00 transactions. 

Well, there must be a mistake.  Davis eats breakfast at home.  And I drop him off at school about 10 minutes before the bell rings.  There's no way he's walking ALL THE WAY to the back of the school where the cafeteria is, purchasing his second breakfast of the day, eating said breakfast, walking ALL THE WAY back to the front of the school where his class is located.  Someone is using his student ID number and stealing MY money.

I call the lunch room manager (yes, they exist), give her D's ID number, and explain my confusion about these breakfast charges. 

"Oh, yeah.  Davis is coming in fairly late every morning and buying breakfast.  We have to put it in a brown bag for him to take to class.  I talk to him personally every morning.  It's definitely him.  You didn't know?  It looks like he's also buying Gatorades and muffins every now and then.  I can put a stop to the Gatorades and muffins, but not the breakfasts." 

So, for one, everybody there is thinking that I, not only don't feed my kid breakfast, I can't even get him to THEIR breakfast on time.  And for two, why the hell is he all of a sudden doing that!?!?!  I'll fill you in when he gets home from school. 

Ice Cream Party

Boogs' ice cream themed birthday party was a huge success.  She's still, over a week later, wishing we could celebrate her 3rd year again. 

The girl is such a joy

Birthday morning balloon surprise

Birthday hugs

Gettin' purdy for the big day

She LOVES her new bike!

 

 

Justin was super proud of his handmade stand

 

 

And...the end