The girls of course had fun at the Trunk-or-Treat. They were so excited and hyper before we left it was hard to get a picture all together. They were running all over the backyard and I had to keep pulling Abby down from the retaining wall. But she did give a cute wave for the picture :) and Sammie has an arm stretched out just in case Abby tries to take off again. They lasted for about 1 second. Just long enough to snap the picture.
Painting pumpkins was much more appealing to the girls than carving them. Much less of a mess too by the way. Olivia said she needed to paint her face on because there was no way we could carve what she wanted to do. She wanted to have blood coming out of the eyes and mouth. Nice, huh? Every once in a while my girlie girl pulls one over on me. Sammie went the cute route which included dots. I had to remind her that less is more before the pumpkin became one large dot. And I painted Abby's pumpkin and I let her hold a brush. I'm not brave enough to let my one year old actually have non-washable paint on her paintbrush. Perfect Family Home Evening and it ended with a scary story (but not too scary)told by candlelight. It involved a haunted house, three sisters, a kidnapping, and a dracula who became convinced that milkshakes were much better than blood. I love the creative minds of my little children.
It rained a little last week. I let Abby out in it and she was wondering why drops of water were falling onto her head. I'm not sure she quite ever understood what was happening. I love this age. Abby is so curious as she discovers the world around her. I remember being a little girl and learning in the scriptures about how we are supposed to be like little children. As a little child I never understood that. I thought being grown up was so much easier than being a a kid. Now that I'm grown I understand that being a kid means seeing things in a more simple way. It's easier to love, to see the world honestly, to not worry, and to be humble. It means to enjoy life each day and to enojoy each experience as though it were your first. It's the little things that are the most important. Keep life simple. Play in the rain as though you have never seen it before.
Sammie loves homework. She gets a little packet from preschool each week to work on at home. As soon as we get home she pulls it out. "I got new homework Mom!" She gets right to work doing all of the pages. Me? I'm not such a fan of homework and I'm still not. Actually I think I like homework less as a parent than I did as a student. I enjoy my after school hours free time as much as my kids. But I remember being the same way when I was Sammie's age. I wanted to do everything my older brother and sister were doing and I would make up my own homework. Then when homework became the real deal it wasn't so much fun anymore. Hopefully she will always love homework this much...at least for a few years. 
