Someday Veteran


Could this little guy be a future veteran? I’d say the chances are good. There’s a long legacy of service in his family from his father, who is active-duty Navy (like that was hard to figure), to his great-grandfathers, both of whom served during WWII.

He turns two months old today, this Veteran’s Day. I guess he has a few years to decide.

Happy Veteran’s Day to all my fellow veterans. Thank you for your service!

You Get Candy

Half the time I can’t get my daughter to wear pants—she literally refuses—so when she let me put on her Elmo costume I knew the night was off to a great start. No doubt it helped that her “costume” was just a shirt and pants with a tutu thrown in for good measure.

My husband and I had prepped our daughter for weeks, explaining how all the kids dress up to go trick-or-treating. By Halloween night she was pretty excited about the prospect of collecting a bag of candy. “Let’s go!” she said, and we were off.

At the first house she marched right up the walk but balked at the front door. She stood there timidly, watching wide-eyed as our neighbor dropped candy in her bag. She looked in her bag, looked at my husband, looked in her bag, looked at me . . .

“Let’s go to the next house!” she exclaimed.

As we approached each house we would remind her to say trick or treat. “I don’t want to say it!” she would holler as she arrived at the door. Of each house. She’s no dummy. Clearly these people were going to give her candy, tricks or no. At least she said thank you without hesitation.

For me, the highlight of the night was when we saw another Elmo. As the Elmos passed each other on the sidewalk, our daughter casually said “Hi Elmo” and kept right on walking. You’d think seeing Elmo on the street was an everyday occurrence.

There’s no telling how long she would have lasted if the night had been warmer. As it turned out, she grew weary of wearing her hat and mittens before she lost interest in trick-or-treating. It was cold so we called it quits.

Pants and tutu came off the minute we got home. Elmo, however, didn’t come off until bath time the next night. I love that she still loves Elmo.

Kelly - November 3, 2012 - 1:34 pm

She looks adorable!!

Tricia Mitchell - November 3, 2012 - 10:40 pm

What precious photos of sweet GiGi! Here’s hoping we’ll get to meet her in person someday soon.

Cynthia Roelle - November 4, 2012 - 1:13 pm

Thanks you two! Tricia, you better meet her in person some day. The sooner the better! When are we going to see you?

That’s a Pumpkin!


Sometime in early October my husband and I started talking up Halloween. We were hoping to get our daughter excited about knocking on strangers’ doors and soliciting candy. She’ll do just about anything for M&Ms so it hasn’t been that hard of a sell. At least in concept (the concept being chocolate, not ghosts and goblins). Getting her to say Halloween has taken some effort. It’s not that she can’t pronounce it, because she can, but for weeks she insisted on calling it McQueen. As in, Lightning McQueen, which is funny because she has never even seen Cars, she has just heard her 3-year-old twin cousins jabber incessantly about McQueen and Mader. They’re as infatuated with those little guys as our daughter is with Elmo. But I digress…

We spent yesterday and today trapped inside by the rain from Hurricane Sandy. Our pumpkins sat inside the foyer, brought in from the porch where high winds threatened to launch them into orbit. They practically begged us to give them faces. And so began our daughter’s introduction to the fine Halloween tradition of carving the jack-o’-lantern.

As we soon found out, there’s not a whole lot a 2-year-old can do to actively participate in the pumpkin carving process. She can’t draw the face, wield the knives or scoop out the seeds. Well, she may have been able to scoop except that she refused to stick her hands in the pumpkin. She apparently had no qualms about sticking her entire head inside the pumpkin. I guess the best view is from the inside out.

When it was all said and done she seemed pretty pleased with our newly carved jack-o’-lantern. She planted a big kiss on his cheek and declared: That’s a pumpkin! Who can argue?

I’m now guest blogging for parents.com. You can see this post, How We Rode Out Hurricane Sandy and others on my friend Jill’s blog page, Fearless Feisty Mama: Candid and comical confessions from a slightly obesessive mom, by Jill Cordes.

Linda - November 2, 2012 - 1:58 pm

These are so cute! And Paul is a pumpkin carver extraordinaire! Didn’t you get a little nervous with her face so close to that knife? I would have been barking, “Get back! You’re too close!” I manage to ruin all fun moments…

Cynthia Roelle - November 2, 2012 - 5:25 pm

Nope, wasn’t a bit nervous. After all, it wasn’t my face. JK! Actually, Paul wasn’t cutting when her face was that close. He would pause and wait until she moved. Since we were trapped inside anyway we weren’t in any hurry to get done.

You would have had a heart attack when I was sewing her Elmo costume. She wanted to feel how sharp the pins were so I gave her the pin cushion! Before you freak out, I only let her have it for a minute and I watched her like a hawk the whole time. But the way I see it, poke youself with a pin and you won’t soon forget how sharp it is!