This Involves A Few Costume Changes and Even Some Soil

This is Gary. But in real life, he was so Chuck Norris that day.


I But I doubt Chuck would proceed with the day with waffle in his beard.



Chuck Norris does not get frostbite. Chuck Norris bites frost.

Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.


You might want to check this link out below. Or Chuck Norris will find you tonight.

[Just be sure to use your back arrow when you are done with the Chuckisms and not actually close the site and shut down Internet Explorer like I do every time and then have to open up Explorer again to get back to GillsAGoGo again. Just a helpful tip/reminder. That you smart followers probably don't even need.]

http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/



So, these are The Littles dressed up for Poetry Night at Caroline's school. We hadn't quite perfected the costumes as you can tell by the mismatched knight top with the police pants bottoms and the fake/invisible sword. And the multicolored skirt that Red Riding Hood doesn't typically wear. But that was just like Rehearsal #1 of this long week leading up to Halloween.









Jack had Pick A Decade Day at school. Can you believe this is his actual hair. Did you ever see it looking so ... in control? And this kid is like 5'2 now so watch out.

This was Rock Star Day. Yes, not only are there Halloween costumes to dream up, we have Red Ribbon Week with a different theme for each different day at each of three different schools, so, yeah, life has involved a few wardrobe issues this week.

Like do we wear the fur or not wear the fur??

Do we have camo pants?

Can you fit into the black t-shirt?

Can you walk safely in two different shoes?

Here's Grant on Mismatch Day. Hmm, kinda looks like Grant on any other day?

Oh, but, no! This boy's crazily mismatched when you really notice.

And speaking of CRAZY, how do my brownies look? Honestly? Not so good? Right, because they were inedible. Because they were actually not brownies but remnants of oven-baked mud.

Here, let me explain. In 6th grade, there is this thing in Social Studies where the kids study Mespotamia and learn about the bricks of the ancient civilization. And then they have to make their own mud brick and the teacher judges how it withstands various tests to determine the grade. So Jack goes out on a rainy day (haven't they all been?) and fills a box with dirt from our garden. He could have mixed in other organic materials but you know, that was a pouring rain so I think he just kinda worked fast. This was two days before the project was due. No Syrian sun to dry this brick. No dry air to dry this brick. So the night before the project is due, despite it sitting on the heat vent of the family room, I come home from stamp club around 10:30 p.m. and this is on the countertop.

Mom, put brick in oven on low temp. if you stay up late flip every once in awhile. -Jack

'Cause I love staying up way into the night flipping a 15-pound chunk of mud from the same place Scooter tromps around and does who know what else. In my own personal oven in my own kitchen where I spend my life cooking healthy, nutritional HYGENIC food for my family.

So I did what any mom used to making sacrifices for her children does, I put the blasted chunk of mud on a cookie sheet and heated the oven up to 175 degrees and baked that mud brick. All night long. Turning every 15 minutes. Well, no, I did not actually flip it because Hello, Sleep? I love you more than my child's mud brick.

So the next day, the brick was baked to perfection; well, maybe not to perfection since it passed only 2 of 3 performance tests, but I think this mama scored an A on Mom of the Month test.


And Scooter got an A+ for Best Treeing in a Quiet Way.