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No More Margot Mullet

Margot had her first haircut today and lost the party-in-the-back do she sported so nicely. It's safe to say Margot was not happy about her first time in the barber's chair. In typical Margot fashion she made things a little more challenging than necessary. No sucker, TV show, or toy could distract Margot long enough to stop crying.

I think the tears were worth it...here's her new do.
Margot freaking out during her haircut.

Here's the before picture that should be first in this post, but I can't figure out how to move the pictures around. Her mullet was glorious and Soren misses it a bit.

Winter Rule

New rule in the Erickson house: the time we spend outside has to be equal to or more than the amount of time it took to get ready to go outside. Of course we LOVED playing in the snow, but as they say in computer world -- OMG! It was a lot of work to get these two out the door.

Elsie works on her snow dog.
Margot wonders what happened to the green world we used to live in.

Fashion Police Please Be Kind...

Let me walk you through this outfit starting from the top: sunglasses on upside down, sweater with the sleeves pushed up, every shirt now must have the sleeves pushed up which for some reason drives me CRAZY, purple tutu and my red shoes. Elsie is holding onto a princess doll and is claiming to be a princess herself.
Margot makes a bold statement by wearing Elsie's underwear for everyone to see. It took Elsie about an hour to notice that Margot had something "green on her bottom," she then yelled "NO, Margot can't wear my undies she's too little!"

November 9, 2010

Dear Blog Diary,

Today Margot, Elsie, and I went to the Minnesota Zoo with my sister, niece, and nephew. Here we are outside having a picnic lunch, not wearing jackets, and enjoying a warm Minnesota day in NOVEMBER! I will cherish this memory in mid-January.

A Matching Moment

Here we are wearing the latest fashion of gray and white stripes. However, my shirt does not have a cute bear peaking out from the side. I'm sure those of you who know me will be shocked to realize I have gray in wardrobe.

Busted

Trouble maker Margot got into the cereal and dumped it all over the floor. Next time she should find the healthy, good-for-you stuff and fling that across the room instead of the not-so-good-for-you sugar cereal (the box said it has whole grain)

Elsie investigates and eats the crime scene.
Elsie holds the criminal in place as I take photos to document the scene. The girls then ate as many pieces of cereal as they could as I went to get the broom.

Tricks and lots of Treats

We were all about Halloween this year. We went to Halloween parties, storytimes, and of course went trick or treating. I think my girls are happy to be rid of their monkey suits for a while.

Who needs candy when you can eat the wrapper?
Soren and Elsie covered a lot of ground trick or treating this year. Here's what Elsie said at each house: "Trick or treat! Thank you! I want to go to the next house daddy!"

Classic Anne - I'm really excited to carve pumpkins with the girls. They last about 4 1/2 minutes and I'm left with 3 pumpkins to carve and the clean up.

Margot really liked the messy stuff.

Elsie stayed away for the "yucky" stuff and painted her pumpkin.

Party People

Grandma and Grandpa G hosted their 2nd Annual Halloween Party and really out-did themselves this year. They made some spooky looking but good tasting food, came up with some unique games, such as bobbing for donuts, and most importantly spoiled their grandchildren.

Here's Ladybug Stella.
Margot and Elsie are monkeys, Gabe is a spider and Stella a ladybug. The two not in costume are papa and grandma.

SOOOOOO impossible to get a picture of these four crazies. I have yet to get one where everyone is looking at the camera. I wish I had video though so you could hear my dad making this crazy noise in attempts to make the kids smile. It's funny but not ha-ha funny.

Elsie and Gabe with a spider pizza. I'm so impressed with my mom's skills.