Goodbye October

For so many of us, when we look in the mirror, all we seem to see is tired eyes, age spots, lurking wrinkles, and extra pounds. And yet when we are wrapped up in our child's affection, we cannot help but feel the prettiest. Because their touch is nothing short of pure magic.

So Stop. Put down what you are doing. Pause & Notice. Because sometimes what lies in front of you is the real-life movie to your own everyday miracle.

#MomLife

We spent most of the yesterday at the doctors office. Piper has been sick on and off again for about a week now. Yesterday she found out she had strep throat. And somehow we managed to do a little bit of trick r treating. [We love Halloween just that much}

One kid was sick. The other kid was cranky and tired. Mom was mentally fried for the day. And somehow we managed to enjoy the night.

Happy Halloween Folks! And Goodbye October!

It’s Just A Bunch Of Hocus Pocus

Winifred Sanderson: My ungodly book speaks to you. On All Hallow's Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground. Oh oh! We shall be back, and the lives of all the children of Salem will be mine!

[All three witches cackle]

Winifred Sanderson: Twist the bones and bend the back

Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca

Winifred Sanderson: Trim him of his baby fat

Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca

Winifred Sanderson: Give him fur black as black, just

Mary Sanderson: Like

Sarah: This!

October 

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.