Happy Halloween!

31.10.14 Ali Moore 1 Comments

Does tying a pink ribbon on a pre-made bear costume then qualify it as maybe semi-homemade?  
It's a wee bit of a stretch, I realize.
I've pieced together Henry's first two years of costumes 
and then had grand ideas of making get-ups for my two littles to be Green Eggs and Ham this year. 
(I think you know who would be the Ham.)
But about two weeks ago as I was figuring out the logistics of it all, 
I panicked a little and didn't think Henry would wear a huge homemade clunky ham around trick-or-treating
especially when his little friends were all sorts of cute characters.  
Andrew has always called Henry Bear, and once Nelle came along she easily became Sister Bear.
When we put their costumes on for the first time a couple of days ago, Nelle couldn't stop looking at Henry and giggling.  I can see why.  
I think cuddling with these two little cubs and sneaking their candy once we're home tonight from trick-or-treating 
is going to be a lot better than a plateful of green food.  
Happy Halloween to all!


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The Patch

30.10.14 Ali Moore 0 Comments

Our pumpkins are carved, the candy is bought.  
And hidden because I have zero willpower when it comes to fun size candy goodness that I manage to avoid the rest of the year. 
We've done a dress rehearsal with costumes...one is too big and one too small, 
but I'm telling myself that just adds to the charm of a baby and toddler dressed up in head-to-toe trick-or-treat gear.
 
If our Halloween tomorrow is anything like our trip to the pumpkin patch a couple of weeks ago, 
we are going to have the best time tomorrow with these littles.  
It's really wonderful seeing the world through your children's eyes.  
 
Such grand adventures and pleasure out of the simplest things.
 
Does parenthood just get better and better as your children get older?  
 We told Henry he couldn't ride the hayrack ride tractor wagon back if he didn't sit and take a picture with his sister.  
I think I read somewhere that consistency is the number one rule in parenting and bribery is the second.
 
Girlfriend wanted the biggest pumpkin she could find, but Andrew squashed her big pumpkin dreams next to the pay price/pound sign.  Sorry Sis.  We'll work on him.
 
I remember thinking last year how much fun Henry had at the pumpkin patch 
(the pretty one, not the closer one that we ended up at this year due to a little schedule/timing issue), 
but this year he really had fun.  
I would imagine next year ups the ante again.

The best is yet to be.

And that gives me time to clean those filthy white tights. 

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reunion

24.10.14 Ali Moore 0 Comments

Only a few more hours until my little family reunites after spending a week with part of us in Hiawatha, part of us in Manhattan, and part of us in Wichita as Andrew has been farming with his family all week, my kids are currently with my parents getting ready to head to the Homecoming parade in Manhattan, and I've been at home by myself for the past two days shooting, shooting, shooting, editing, editing, editing.

I don't care if those sweet babies are asleep when I get there, I'm still going to kiss their little faces off.  And then go have a drink at So Long.

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the peak

17.10.14 Ali Moore 0 Comments

Wooooeeee, we made it through another week!

I think it's safe to say I'm in the peak of my busy season (hooray!), which makes me think I've really got this, and it should be downhill from here.  But actually, the peak is probably another two weeks long, and then I can start my decent out of at least one photo shoot nearly every day, 
and settle back into a more focused presence with my family.  

There's been a lot of early mornings, and working during naps and Sesame Street for Ham, and post-bedtime trips to my computer, 
and I'm keeping up with some aspects of life, but not others.

Like laundry.

Why does it always turn into a three-day event?  
Sort into piles, start the first load of wash, even get it moved into the drier, and a second load started, only to then stall the rest of the day, maybe fold a load, too tired to put it away.  On day two I just ignore the still semi-sorted piles on the floor of my bedroom, vowing to start again at naptime, 
and maybe I do.  (Or don't.)  And then on day three, I kick it into gear and everyone has clean clothes again.  For maybe three days.  

So right now, instead of a three-day laundry marathon, it's just turned into more of a constant cycle of trying to catch up, and then deciding maybe the kids will just stay in their jammies for longer than normal until I get a load finished in time to get them dressed in pants and tops fresh from the drier in order to leave for errands for the day.
 Most hilarious failed kiss-attempt ever.


Meh.

There's nothing like a sign to slow down like pulling the back door closed of the Tahoe on top of your head with as much force as you can because you're trying to get everything from the car into the house before your toddler lets the dog out of the backdoor again only to find him 
(the dog, not the toddler) sprinting down the street towards freedom.

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Today, after the house was semi-clean (because these days semi is good enough), for once, we had nowhere to go, 
except for into our backyard to play on our new-to-us play set.
Thinking of throwing mulch...
 ...good decision.


Not exactly what I was thinking of when we decided to freshen up our space, but probably even better.

 Girlfriend's pretty pleased just to get propped up at the end of the slide.
Okay, really pleased.

Here's to working hard and playing hard this weekend.  We're going to do both.

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