Tomorrow Is Halloween

I can't wait. I'm going to be Spi . . . . I really shouldn't say. You'll have to wait for the pictures. I can show you a picture of me with the Tinley Jack-O-Lanterns. Mine is the one on the left. Do you like the mouth? I thought so. The one on the right is Kate's, but we don't have it anymore because Mommy tripped and smashed it. Trust me, I didn't let her get away with it.

Don't. Run. Away. Again. Curtis.

Curtis (pictured below) isn't supposed to go outside. But he does. All the time. Mommy and daddy don't even try to stop him anymore. But I've come up with a way to keep Curtis from ever running away again. Everytime Curtis goes to the front door, he'll see a sign that clearly says, "Don't. Run. Away. Again. Curtis." I personally dragged Curtis to the front door so that I could show him the sign and tell him exactly what is says. He has no excuse now.

I Love My Baby Brother

I Sing in the Choir; I Wear a Robe

I sing in the choir at church. Well, I don't always sing, but I always do the hand motions. Actually, this is my second year in the choir, but last year I didn't get to wear a robe. This year I do. Here I am in my robe: