Blog a la Cart

Many thanks to Momar! Right down to the matching black patent leather shoes.

The Cart family did this past weekend’s homecoming football game right. Despite a loss, we all enjoyed the day’s proceedings in the best ways we knew how. For some, it involved consuming their weight in buffalo wings. For others, drinking a full gallon of apple cider and making many an emergency trip to the potty. And for others, napping. A few things were constant, purple and gold and all things bovine.

They have finally arrived. All thanks to big sister. She’ll only laugh when inspired by big sister.

It’s perfect.

And on that note, happy, giggle-filled weekend.

Look at James and his arty photography angles.

Despite piles of snow on the ground, Trick-or-Treating went off without a hitch. Now Sunny can’t stop proclaiming:

I LOVE HALLOWEEN, MOMMY! I love trick-or-treating. And I love candy.

I’d say that she now “gets” this holiday. The two prior she obviously didn’t understand why we were forcing her into ridiculous, fleece animal bodies and dragging her around outside. But this year? She was into it.

She refused to put on a jacket as it would cover up her costume. And she demanded that her candy bag be in her grasp at all times. She marched up to every door, announcing trick-or-treat and proudly shoving her bag out for proper candy appropriation. She took great care selecting her sugary treats from the tubs handed her way. Unfortunately, because she has limited experience in this arena, she often went for the most colorful packaging, rather than the tastiest morsels. I need to teach her to gravitate toward the Snickers Bars and the PB Cups. Brown and orange are the new blue, baby!

What? Who says Mama can’t benefit from this holiday, too?

Actually, one family in the neighborhood totally understands making this holiday as fun for Mama as it is for kiddo. They doled out candy to the kids and margaritas to the adults.

Genius, no?

I have to admit, this was probably the most I’ve enjoyed Halloween since I was a trick-or-treating kid myself. Nothing beats living vicariously through your child’s wonder and joy. I can’t wait to see what this year’s Christmas has in store. Santa is going to blow her mind.

Here are pictures from the evening. Unfortunately we left our charger to the SLR camera in South Carolina, so we only had our phones to document the festivities. We’ll be borrowing the Nikon D90 from the College as much as possible until our cam is up and running again.

Whenever we visit Ghillie and Ranger (James’ parents), Sunny gets to meet the coolest critters. Like here. Or during our most recent visit.

We wanted her to hop on his shell and give him a spin, but she, not to mention the tortoise, were having none of it.

A reader sent me this photo.

I think we know where The Cart Family should consider taking up residence. This very intersection.

Thanks for snapping the pic, Jo!

I am obsessed with this kid. I think it’s pretty obvious why.

Also, we were separated for a mere 60 minutes while James took the girls on a walk. I don’t know how genuine the whole “I miss you” sentiment is, but it is adorable nonetheless.

I think that this photo explains the title, no?

I just need him to get the two furry beasts in the mix, and he’ll have taken things to a new level of super-ness.