Birthdays!

We celebrated THREE birthdays on Saturday!  It was a hectic day, but overall, I'm glad we got it overwith in one shot.  First, Bauer and Farmer had a party with some friends.  It was a "Star Wars" theme, and we had Valerie Gomez make the cake.  She did an AWESOME job--she's really talented in creating fondant figurines.  She had made a Little Mermaid cake for our niece last week, and that one was spectacular as well.  Luckily, only half of the kids we invited came to the party because it just so happened to be the rainiest day of the whole winter just about.  Well, at least the bounce house didn't blow away.

That evening was Archer's first birthday party.  Yes, he is one already!   Being the fourth child, he did not get a themed party.  :-)  He did a wonderful job destroying his cake.

Pictures

Ha! Fooled you--there are NO pictures in this post, and that is because I let Ed borrow my hard drive.  It was in his glovebox.  I retrieved it, took it back to my office, and when I opened the case: no cords.  I rely on those cords, since the 4 GB memory card I have does not work on my computers at work OR at home.  Thanks, Babe.

I WAS going to post the cute pictures we took with the blooms yesterday.  I will post them when my cords are returned to their safe place in the case.

Yum-ions

So we were at Cataldo's last night, and Ed is holding Archer on his lap.  Ed serves himself some salad (their salad is BOMB) while he chats with some friends.  Archer decides to help himself to some salad while Dad's not looking, but the only thing his fingers snag on is the rings of red onion.  No problem--he starts chewing on one and decides that they are in fact YUMions.  He smelled like onions all night long.

A Newish Blog

Welcome to my NEW blog, since so many things have changed for the Moreno's...we have a new address, a new school, a new hobby, and therefore a new outlook.  Hopefully.

I want to look at life differently, as we are instructed in Colossians 3:23--to do everything we find to do as for the Lord.  If only I can apply that to mothering, wife-ing, and housekeeping...

I have a couple of pictures to share:

Mommy's first knitting project completed!

Our new school

Claire's 9th Birthday at the American Girl Store

Archer's broken nose

The kids' first dinner at McClintock's

Happy Holy-Days

Well, I'm not even going to waste time with excuses why my blog is so hit-and-miss.  Whatever.  It is what it is.  I have big news, though!  We are going to be moving (again, for those of you who know us) to a rockin' farm house in the Maple School District.  We are excited and have convinced the kids to be, also!  They will be switching schools first thing in January.  Unfortunately, our zip code is now going to end in "63".  You know what I mean...

A couple cool short stories since last I wrote:
My Mom, Bauer, and I were on our way to Bakersfield one afternoon.  We hear this "ugh" from the backseat and shortly thereafter, something in the air took me back to this Indian restaurant Ed and I ate at in Seattle...I looked back to see that Bauer had opened one of my mom's spice jars--left in the backseat without too much foresight, oh well--and there was curry powder all over his lap.  Nice.  Then, I was trying to open my mom's moon roof to let the smell out, but it took me awhile since I'm unfamiliar with her car.  We get to Shafter a few minutes later, and at a stop light this weirdo keeps waving.  I finally realize that I had opened the trunk.  I am so cool.

Since the beginning of football season, Farmer has been absolutely OBSESSED with the game.  This isn't really a story, but please continue reading.  Last Christmas he received a Bengals football uniform from my parents.  If I had to estimate, I would say that in the last month, he has worn that uniform about 250 hours.  He takes it off to go to school, but that's about it.  As soon as we are in the door, he puts that thing on.  The pants were white; they are now somewhere between brown and vaccuum bag contents.  What's the best is that he can play football all by himself.  He grabs a small IKEA plastic cup (the green one), and over and over again throws it up in the air right in front of himself.  Sometimes he catches it, and he falls down and says "Touchdown!"  And lots of times he misses and says "Not like that".

Claire story...hmmm...Claire now has an avatar on WeeWorld named Jessica.

Archer: He fell off the bed at my mom's house, and ever since, if he is alone on the bed and wakes up, he gets right up to the edge and lets his arms dangle off, but he doesn't go any farther.  Just confirmation that he is indeed human, even if he doesn't seem like it at 4 AM.