Roaring 20's

My friend Michele just turned 30, so her husband threw her a Great Gatsby party.  I honestly have no idea what the Great Gatsby is... but apparently is has something to do with the 20's.  A dress up party for adults?!  I'm in.  Nick was all for it.  I'm pretty sure that we will never have another birthday party without having a dress up theme.  I even suggested I start making our dinners themed.  He can come home and I'll have a mariachi band playing on the radio, a huge sombrero on my head.  It's taco night, Nick!!!  Or he'll open the door and I'll be wearing a hula skirt and throw a lei around his neck.  It's Hawaiian pizza for dinner, my love!

Future Broadway Star

No one was paying attention at first, but I kept hearing Havanna yell "Melmo!  Melmo!"  That's Elmo in baby talk.  You could only see a hand behind the curtain, but she was back there with the Bert and Ernie puppets on, just putting on a show.  We opened the curtains for her and gave that precious little girl the attention she deserves.  She truly enjoyed entertaining us.

In sickness and in health.

It's been a tough week for the Downey's.  I came down with some sort of stomach bug.  Thank God it was on a Tuesday when Nick is home from work.  I slept off and on all day, my body aching and weak.  Havanna seemed to have the same sickness and puked several times before noon.  Nick deserves Father of the Year award for taking over.  He took care of all the mess, made the meals, and just let me rest.  I would be lost without him.  This morning this were seeming quite a bit better, and Havanna was back to her bubbly self.  Then, this afternoon Talullah started to complain about a stomach ache.  By this evening she had puked multiple times and was feeling plain miserable.  I had to smile though when she came to me in the kitchen and said "Mom, I don't want to tell you this.... but I puked a little on your carpet."  My poor little babies.

MONSTERS

It's that time of year again.  I refuse... I'm actually physically unable to go in the backyard to water the garden.  Talullah now has the daily chore of letting the chickens out.  These monstrous Halloween spiders are EVERYWHERE.  Their webs reach from coop to apple tree.  From tomato plant to tomato plant.  From fence to trampoline.  From rose bush to front porch.  From van to garage.  E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E.  I'm literally a captive in my own house.
As a side note, my husband has suggested in times past that I might have a big of a dramatic side.  But seriously.  I'm not exaggerating here.  Look at the size of that spider!  Last year I stepped right into a web while stepping out my back door and I'm almost certain I suffered a mild heart attach as I twirled three times and dropped to the floor.