Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa Haymond, Calder is now the proud owner of some very snazzy Sunday clothes. Check out our handsome fella:

Hi, cute boy! And, yes, that's a real tie and everything.

Serious face.

Not so serious face.

He was so proud of his new outfit and I thought the whole ensemble was pretty darn cute. So, thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!

Truly, there’s not much to say about this past Halloween. Now that Amelie is old enough to know what she wants to be for Halloween, it’s harder to plan a family theme. She wanted to be Ariel, the little mermaid, this year and I just couldn’t quite get my act together. Maybe there just wasn’t enough incentive for me, since I’d basically have to be Ursula. So, the kids each did their own thing and Bryce and I threw on our pj’s, robes, and slippers as we headed out the door on Saturday to go to our friends’ annual party and then our ward trunk-or-treat.

We didn't even carve pumpkins! I figured balloons made less mess. Left to right: Calder's, mine, and Amelie's. Maybe next year we'll go for the real deal...

Bob the Builder and a pretty little mermaid. Hey, Calder--the camera's this way!

Great smile, Calder, but you're still looking the wrong way! Honestly, I think the goggles distort his vision a bit. But he loves them.

So, there you have it. Halloween 2010. Oh, and we got rained in, too! The trunk-or-treat ended up in the hallways of our church building because of the downpour. Amelie and Calder didn’t seem to mind. They ended up with plenty of candy and seemed to have a lot of fun.

Well, it’s a BOY!! We are all very excited. I am thrilled that Calder will have a brother to do fun boy things with and I know Amelie is going to be just a lovely big sister to this little one. The imaging center where we had the ultrasound done was kind enough to give us a DVD of the ultrasound and a CD of all the still images the technician took, so here are some pictures from last night:

See? I told you it was a boy 🙂 Imagine he's sitting on a glass table and we're looking up at his bum and legs...

Waving, "hello." Isn't that a sweet little hand?

Cute profile shot.

Already has long legs like his daddy.

The did some 3D stuff, too, which was pretty neat. We've never had that done before. It's kind of hard to make out, but this is a profile shot of his head facing right with a hand (or two?) tucked up under his jaw.

So, there’s our sweet boy! He was measuring about a week ahead of schedule, so either he’s a big baby (totally possible), or I’m due a little earlier (also possible, I guess). The 20 week ultrasound always makes things more real for me and, I have to say, it was love at first sight for me. I am so excited to meet this little one in the Spring!

Here are a couple pictures from Calder’s 2nd birthday party. Favorite moment of the night? When Calder decided to share almost all of the dum dum lollipops that he got as part of a gift with everyone in the room. What a sweet boy!

Yes, we had doughnuts. And you know what? It was great! Everyone loved them (Calder prefers them to cake), very little work for me, easy to eat, perfect with egg nog...who could ask for anything more?

Opening presents with his church pew battle wound. The Thomas trains from Grandma and Grandpa Austin were the hit of the night--I had no idea he would love them so much!

Calder just had a ball, so thank you everyone that was able to come! Every time he puts on clothing he got for his birthday or plays with a birthday present, he says, “special birthday present!” Very cute. He’s loving his new Elmo shirt and Toy Story sweatshirt from Grandma and Grandpa Haymond especially. Thanks again everyone for making it a special day for my sweetheart!

So, remember this accident?

Ouch!

If you don’t happen to remember, this is when Amelie fell face first into the wooden arm of one of the pews at church. This happened while I was conducting our ward’s choir practice. The cuts and scrapes made a line straight from the top of her forehead to the bottom of her chin.

Apparently, that wasn’t enough for these fed up church pews (always getting spills and Cheerios crumbs and crayon marks from those bothersome babies and toddlers!) because this is what happened last Sunday:

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

These pews prefer to attack during ward choir practice. Once again, I was conducting practice when out of the corner of my eye I saw Calder fall against a pew. We figure that he must have been running down the ramp that leads up to the podium and built up so much momentum that he just couldn’t stop before he ran face first into the front row pew. The scabbing and black eye (it was more black than these pictures show) weren’t pretty, but this brave boy never complained after the initial shock of getting rammed by a pew.

So, parents, beware the vengeful church pew. You never know when it might strike again.