Halloween Huish Style

The boys woke me up at 6 this morning asking if it was time to go Trick or Treating. My Poor boys were so disappointed when they realized there were several more hours until they got to have as much candy as they wanted. 

Today was such a busy day. It started with Michael's costume parade at school, ward parties, playing at the park and of course the hour of walking from house to house begging for candy! By the end of the day my feet hurt and I wanted to crash. Luckily that is basically what I did. The boys chowed down on their sugar and watched Hercules while I worked on the computer. 

I don't know if it is the costumes or the endless supply of sugar, but Halloween continues to be my boys favorite Holiday.

Here we Have Mr. Bones, Snake the Soldier and Hercules

Waiting for MD's costume parade to start

Hyrum decided to change his costume and be a ghost instead.

But then he decided he would rather be a dragon. The other boys changed as well.

Clark the mummy.

Huish Family at the ward party

The boys checking out their loot.

Both boys brought me their bags of candy after eating for an hour telling me that they had stomy aches (Hyrums words) and that they ate too much. Poor boys.

Interrupted

A Tad Bit Tacky

Sunday was my first day back at church since the beginning of July! I felt a bit insane towards the end. Boys hung all over me. Hyrum kept asking to play with my hair while his fingers were knotted in it, and Seth kept calling me daddy. Clark however slept in his carseat until relief society. As soon as I pulled him out a woman grabbed him and held him until he pooped on her.

What really got me laughing was the lesson taught by a dear friend. She gave an outstanding lesson (One of my favorite teachers) and at one point we got on the subject about how busy the Temples have been since Conference. The spirit was stong as testimonies were shared but all I could do was think about my last trip to the temple and giggle irreverently.

The Friday before I had realized that being home alone with 4 boys stopped feeling so good and started feeling like I was in a mental institution.  Michael noticed that I was about to rip my hair out so he asked if I would like to take him to his class.

That might not sound appealing to most people, but to me it was heaven. I could buckle my kids up, spend 30 minutes talking to Michael on the way there, hand around for an hour then have Michael back to help me stay sane.

So thats what we did. However when we got to school, there were no available parking spots so instead of driving around for 20 minutes looking for one I took my boys to the temple. 

I parked and told the boys they could unbuckle themselves and play in the backseat. I had let them gather some toys so they happily went to town playing. I sat in the front seat going over some stuff in my head when I became aware of the following conversation

Hyrum"Look there's a missionary"

sound of toy gun being cocked

Hyrum "Don't shoot that missionary!"

MD"BAM!!! Too late!"

Hyrum"He got away. There' a mommy-shoot her!"

sound of knocking on the glass

MD"We got her!"

Me: "Boys why are you knocking on the glass first?"

Boys "So they can see us before we shoot them"

Nothing like looking crazy in the eye before they pull the trigger.

  

what made it worse was the boys dressed up in costume before we left:

The rest of the time they spend "shooting" at cars that drove past us.

If it makes it any better, the boys were pretending everyone who walked or drove past were bad guys.

Just the 5 of us

And then for a wonderful couple of hours it is the 6 of us. No more help-I guess I have "graduated" to being able to handle life with 4 kids! The truth is it feels really good. 4 kids is kind of hard (Ok really hard) but it feels so good to do something instead of sitting on my bum all.day.long.

One of the side effects of about 3 1/2 months on bed rest is that I am so out of shape. Walking up our stairs leaves me breathing heavy, and trying to do a warm up for a work out makes me feel like I just ran 4 miles...So trying to run after 3 kids while toting around the 4th makes me feel like I should have "super woman" on my shirt because of the enormous effort it takes just to do that!

But-I still feel so good. I love to move and feel the burning in my muscles. A few weeks ago I was watching "Forever Strong" (Great movie-I highly recommend it!) and watched some boys running and felt so motivated! I want to run! I can't yet, but I am looking forward to when I can.

Clark, who we lovingly call Clark the Shark, has started to wake up from being a newborn to being a baby. I am not sad at all. I like that he is starting to watch me and give me his precious smiles. He is kind of stingy with them, though his daddy can get one any time he wants! Me-I have to work for it. Sometimes I get confused and think he is smiling at me when BAM! There's an explosion in my hands that needs some immediate cleaning. 

My favorite thing about Clark right now is how much he doesn't look like me :) Having three versions of myself to look at makes having one brunette Huish a nice bit of variety. 

Michael Dunn has become a helper. What a difference that makes with a baby! He brings me diapers or wipes and tosses the dirty diapers into the trash (Hyrum however runs out of the room when he smells poop and tells me to go somewhere else to change the diaper.) Michael Dunn has also started singing sweet little lullaby's to Clark when he starts screaming. It's hard to listen to him and not feel emotional.

Hyrum is kind of going through a punk phase.  I love him to pieces. I love his energy and enthusiasm but he has decided he can do what he wants when he wants and thinks my orders to him are just suggestions. HA! It was really hard for him when he told me to go to the store and get him some cookies and treats and I told him no. Life's tough when you're a 4 year old. 

But not as tough as it is for Seth. 

Seth is MAD. He is mad at me for having a baby, mad at Daddy for letting me have a  baby and he is mad at his grandparents for leaving him with his parents.  He cries a lot and wants to be held for what feels like hours, but is probably more like 45 minutes. We hold him and talk to him, but mostly we let him run around and hopefully get it out of his system.

So I have decided the first thing to go is going to be housework. I obviously can't do as much right now, so cleaning is becoming the thing that I choose not to do when I feel overwhelmed. Which means there is a lot of the boys lunch all over the floor right now that I have chosen not to sweep up. No one should visit for awhile.

I also like to get away so Michael has been taking us on some lovely drives

We stopped at a campsite and let the boys run around while I held Clark.

Something about fall just makes me happy