I think at some point he actually held it up to his face and tried to lick it out. Obviously his spoon just wasn’t cutting it tonight.

There is a woman shopping in the store pushing a huge cart full of kids and what few products she can shove in around the little people. She’s still learning how to steer these gigantic carts with crazy wheels, so please forgive her if she runs into you and don’t stare if she knocks things off the shelves. She’ll catch on eventually.

Thank you,
Management

There are definitely some disadvantages to being the youngest of 3 (especially when the other 2 are so young), but there are also lots of perks. For example:

Disadvantage: You have to cry a lot more than your siblings did when they were babies because your mom’s busy trying to find whatever trinket Macy needs to make her friend “pirate” happy and keep your brother from base jumping off a folding chair.

Advantage: You get more snuggles once the other 2 are in bed because your mommy realizes how quickly babies grow up.

Disadvantage: Your mom has to pump (what feels to be) a zillion times a day so a bath towel or some other contraption holds your bottle.

Advantage: You are the only member of the family who has ever been allowed to watch tv while you eat.

Don’t worry Logan, there will come a time when you will probably be bigger than both of your older siblings and then you can call the shots.

Logan’s weight is finally catching up with his length…check out those chubby thighs!!

(Please disregard the purple bib. This is what happens when your firstborn is not the same gender as your other babies.)

In this stage of my life, 3am is one of my favorite times of the day. Yes, I really should feed Logan and then hurry back to bed, but the quietness of 3am usually keeps me up for a few extra minutes. It is the only time when I’m awake and the entire house is silent. I can sit and think at 3am. It’s the best time of day for me to blog, catch up email, or just sit in silence and snuggle with my littlest man (anyone who’s tried to have a phone conversation longer than 3 minutes also knows that it would also be the best time for me to talk on the phone…if only anyone else I know was awake!). I know that there will come a time when Logan won’t need me at 3am and I will sleep through the night again (at least I’m hoping we get to that point), but for now I’m enjoying my 3am’s.

By the way, 3am isn’t the only time that Logan eats during the night, but Doug’s usually still up at 11 and Macy’s usually singing in her bed when Logan wakes up to eat at 5:30 (she goes back to sleep, but she’s gotten into the habit of waking up for about 45 minutes at 5am…obviously she didn’t get her parents sleepy genes!) There aren’t many opportunities for silence around here!

What can I say…the kid has strong toes!

Macy has been attached to her tutu since Halloween. She even wore it all day at school on Wednesday! I caught her dancing with Angelina in it the other day. You can’t see it in the picture, but she’s doing the same things as Angelina. I love how the cabinet is her barre! My little ballerina.

Steven got into the post-Halloween spirit too. He brought me his puppy costume yesterday and wanted me to put it on him. I thought it was a little odd until I realized that he thought wearing it was his ticket outside (smart boy). He got over not going outside pretty easily and kept the costume on for about an hour…hood and all…until he started to get hot in it.

Yep, our son dressed as a dog pushing a stroller…just a regular day in the Adam house.

After Macy’s excitement at the costume parade, I was excited about showing off my little pirate on Halloween, but in typical Macy fashion, she changed her mind about what she wanted to be.  Originally she said that she wanted to be the “girl” pirate (you know, the other costume that she shunned, the one I had already returned to the store…yeah, that one), so I told her that she had the choice of being a ballerina or the pirate costume that she had worn at school.  She decided that she wanted to be Angelina Ballerina (who is a mouse).  Thankfully a pink shirt, tutu, and shoes transformed her enough into Angelina that she didn’t realize there was nothing mousy about her.  (This is her “get on with it Mom.  I’m ready to trick or treat!” smile.  It was the last of the EIGHT pictures of her that I took in the same spot, but her eyes were either wandering or she was actually saying “hurry mommy, I want to trick or treat!”)

I had gotten a puppy costume on clearance after Halloween last year for Steven.  It’s a really cute costume, but I didn’t think he would leave the hood on because he’s not a fan of hats…obviously I don’t know my children at all because he didn’t even try to take the hood off.  Steven doesn’t stop moving when he’s outside (he hardly stops when he’s inside), so that’s why he has an “action shot”.  He was such a cute puppy!!!

Logan was the only one who didn’t throw me off my game this year.  I didn’t expect him to care what he was wearing and guess what…he didn’t! Ahhh, the ease of dressing a 3 month old.  (He still gives my camera the “stranger danger” stare.)

We started the night with a nutritious dinner of pumpkins in the grass and flying bats.

Unfortunately, our much anticipated night of fun was cut short.  Macy was spooked by a neighbor in a mask (who didn’t mean to scare her so badly) and she was done.  We trick or treated at 1 house.  Hopefully next year’s trick or treating will be a little more successful.

Our Halloween festivities started a night early with carving the pumpkin.  Macy was really into it this year.  She was “helping” Doug transfer the image.

Steven was more excited about climbing on and off the chair than the pumpkin carving.

Macy loved taking the top off the pumpkin.

She was even willing to help pull seed out!

I didn’t get any pictures of the actual carving because it was close to bed time, but here’s the final product.  I thought Doug did an incredible job!