{shushi}

My kids have a new favorite food. Sushi. Or as Morgan would tell you, "shushi". Granted, they're only California rolls, but it's a start!

Every November for the last few years we've done a "thankful tree". This year both kids have really gotten into it. Gerard comes home from school and ASKS to write what he's thankful for on a leaf. Tonight he asked if he could secretly be thankful for 2 things, "Shhhh. Don't tell Morgan, but I am going to write TWO leaves!" It's great practice for Morgan to write her name. She's already gotten better in the last week. Wait until Thanksgiving when the tree is full!!!

{star day}

Thursday was Morgan's star day at school. That means she gets to stand in the front of the line, ring the bell, help with snack, and most importantly bring home Corduroy, the class mascot. We have to find him a button ('cause you know he lost his button in the book), sort a big bag of buttons, and keep a journal of our time with him. First Morgan had to show Corduroy her room.

Then, she got Corduroy ready for dance class Thursday night. He was such a good sport in his tutu. He even agreed to pose nicely with Morgan and 3 of their friends from preschool.

{happy halloween!}

(click on the cartoon for a larger image if you can't read the text.)

Better late than never, right? Morgan was a ballerina (surprise, surprise) and Gerard was Iron Man.




Here is Morgan all dressed up for her Halloween party at school.





Our friends were going to go trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, so they came over for dinner beforehand. Here's the whole gang...

{little ballerina}

Morgan is taking dancing lessons! Doesn't she look cute?

{mmmm, goooood}

Last month Gerard went to Maine for work and brought home some friends...

{fashionista}

Morgan had to try on nearly every dress she owned before we could decide on one for her school pictures.







This is the one we ultimately decided on.





And for comparison purposes, here is Gerard's preschool picture when he was 3 years old.

{the power of advertising}

Last week little Gerard came out of the bathroom and said, in a quite concerned and completely serious voice, "Mom? Who is Robert Jones?"
Me: "I don't know."
Gerard: "Really? You don't know him?"
Me: "No. Why?"
Gerard: "You really don't know him?"
Me: "No. Why?"
Gerard: "Because he's been spending your money on some pretty bad ideas."