Halloween wasn't that long ago, right?

Trent is obsessed with Thomas, so I assumed he'd want to be Thomas for Halloween.  WRONG.  He wanted to be Spiderman.  What?!?!  I didn't even know he knew who Spiderman was, and he obviously did not.  I asked him what Spiderman did, and he said, "He kills spiders."  Nice.  I decided to splurge, spend $25, and buy both the Thomas costume and the Spiderman costume... and he still said he wanted to be Super Why the day before Halloween.  That was an opportunity for the life lesson "We don't always get what we want, buddy."

He wore his Thomas costume to the Fall Festival at school, because it was very warm outside!  

He was Spiderman on Halloween night.  Miller was a lamb.  I'm thankful I still get to pick her costumes.  Surely I have another year of this, right?!

The more children in a picture = less children looking at the camera:)  At least they were all cute in their costumes!!

9 months and funny pics

So, I haven't been a very good blogger. Life has been busy, just like this little girl.  She is cruising the couches, refuses to sit down in the tub, and loves all cords, outlets, fireplaces, etc.  Trent has always been a rule follower.  At nine months of age, I am calling it... Miller will be my child that pushes the boundaries.  If she didn't get 90% of her personality from me, I could probably say more about it:)

She has four teeth, and I expect two more any day now.  You can see the ones on the bottom, and the top middle ones have cut through as well.  The top two have a pretty big gap between them.  I see braces in this girl's future:)  She is very social and loves to wave, laugh, clap and "dance." She is very unhappy before bath time, but she is a different child when you put her in the tub.  She loves water.  After a bath, she's wild for about 5 minutes.  Then she takes a bottle and goes to bed.  Unlike her brother, she's not big on cuddling and/or rocking.  I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I guess it saves me time at night.  She still thinks Trent is hilarious, and he loves entertaining her... until she grabs one of his trains, and then it goes downhill.  

A few weeks ago, I woke up to Trent saying, "Miller, get off me!"  I looked at the monitor and saw this... Yes, Miller is crawling over him.  Apparently he'd gotten in her bed to play.  We had a long talk about not doing this again:)

Here's another funny one... just another Saturday night at our house.  Miller had pulled the tool bench down on herself (no worries- she wasn't crying) and Trent was jumping around shirtless swinging his shirt in the air.  Fun times;)