This post is so lame i am embarrassed to push publish post...

***photo taken from fox.com***
I have some profound things rolling around in this mind of mine. Unfortunately they leave me feeling a little too wide open to share. And maybe use of the word ‘profound’ should be reserved for the great thinkers of our time like ‘Lil C and Mia Michaels. So instead I will share with you some of the Halloween 2009 joys thus far.

Last weekend was our trunk or treat. I have been apart from my husband for quite some time now and he was home for this blessed event. Before he came home I expressed to him my loathing for Halloween and he called me a Grinch, a Halloween Grinch. After getting home and having been away from our many (many, many) children his senses were a little edgy. His children’s normal ways seemed a little intensified to him. Due to my ample time with them, their ways seemed intensified to me as well. That evening, he ‘helped’ get them ready (he told them to get their shoes on, to get in the car, and he lovingly placed the crock pot full of the chili that I had made in the car). On the way there he said “wow, I get it now. I hate Halloween too.” We bonded in that moment. Halloween joy #1. He gets it. Halloween is a lot of work. So much work that Lennon didn’t even have shoes at the trunk or treat.

Rewind to earlier that day…I was shopping at Wal-Mart with Lennon and Crue. I was gathering last minute costumes and supplies. They were both seated in the big part of the cart. They were laughing and playing together. Crue decided that he wanted to be funny and lick Lennon on the arm. She freaked out. “Mom! He’s licking me. It’s ‘scusting!” I replied “Lennon, where do you think that Crue learned that licking people is funny?” Then she said “Oh, me. Okay Crue, you can lick me. That’s funny.” And so he did. And so they continued to laugh and laugh and laugh. Then because they were laughing so hard, Crue needed to use the facilities. Wal-Mart facilities. Halloween Joy #2.

Speaking of #2…That brings me to Halloween joy #3. That evening at the trunk or treat, Crue told me that he needed to go potty. It was said with urgency so I heeded and we headed through the parking lot into the restroom. He sat down and did his business. Immediately after he goes these days he freaks out and screams “I’m done! I’m done! I’m done!” and then he bends and grabs my legs to assume the ‘I’m done position.’ I know my role [roll]. That evening was no exception. He insisted that he was done and bent over. I thought that he might not have been quite done but he was so insistent and loud that I figured that he knew what he was talking about. At the exact moment my hand reached in to wipe him, he exploded like a cannon. All over my hand. Then he said “Okay mommy, now I’m done.” Well thank you, son. Happy Halloween. Halloween joy #3, diarrhea on my hand.

Because it doesn’t get any more joyful than that I will spare you the other joys of Halloween. You already know them; hunting for costumes, class parties, dressing up 79 times in one week, baking goodies and/or shopping for baked goods for afore mentioned class parties. And on and on and on. Tomorrow is Friday. Hallelujah!

Before I part, there have been some cute moments today that I want to have down for the record: ***this isn't lennon. it is representation of Lennon in her costume. Lennon's mother is too tired to upload an actual picture of her own child.***

I was getting Lennon ready for her class party this morning. She told me that she was hungry. Specifically, hungry for pizza. Then she was playing with the white triangle on the skirt of her “cheater leader” costume. It was a triangle. Triangle, pizza. Pizza, hungry. She is her mother’s daughter. Every time she looks at the triangle, she gets hungry for pizza.

Today in the store, I was bent down looking on a bottom shelf for something. She came up behind me and hugged me/tried to knock me off balance. I said “Lennon, you can’t do that. Mommy almost fell. Get off of me, please.” Lennon replied “Mom, I am nurturing you. Don’t you love me to nurture you?”

In the next store we were checking out when a very elderly lady stopped to say hello to Crue. She said “Well, hello there.” He smiled the biggest smile and said back “he-yo, pincess” (hello princess). She melted right there in Target. She blushed and everything. He beamed. It was the cutest little thing. One of my favorite Crue moments. My very favorite Crue moment thus far though was on conference Sunday when we were watching conference. He and I were snuggled up in a blanket and he turned to me and put his little hand on my face and said “I yub you mama. So, so much.” Talk about melted. I did. It’s moments like that that sustain me through his pooping on my hand and his doing nothing but crying and throwing fits for about a month now.

I think that about wraps it up for tonight. I have dishes to finish up and an episode of The Office to watch while I fold clothes. And cookies to eat and baked and/or store bought goods to arrange on trays for tomorrows Halloween feasts. Also, I need to find something to serve as a foundation for the cream cheese frosting I made last night. Crackers? A spoon? Cupcakes? So much to do before bed time. A woman's work is never done. I’d better get on it.

Before we part, a quote: It's a quote from Lil C that basically sums me up (except that I am not a young black kid. I am however, a young-ish white Kidd. And also, I am from American Fork, Utah which has been compared historically with South Central L.A.. Christy, pay attention. This one's for you): Anyway, his words really hit home.

"A lot of times people don't understand my words, my lingo, my vernacular, because they think that it's a front. Anybody will tell you around here that's just how I talk. Of course, I'm from the hood, South Central L.A., young black kid. I do know the slang. When it comes to commenting and trying to get people to understand the message, that's the only way I know. I just have a pool of words I just dig in and throw 'em out.
"This is the year of the intelligent black man, of course, you know, with Obama being in office. And what separates him from everybody else is the way in which he speaks. He's so eloquent and the man articulates himself and he's still humble because he still fumbles over his words. He still stutters over his words sometimes, so you know it's not a routine. It's genuine. It's organic. And that's me, I think it's good because I represent that same thing."

Deep.

p.s. i beg of you to leave a comment. this post has me humbled. just tell me it'll be okay. try harder next time. And that you still want to be friends/family. I really need to go to bed.