Our family LOVES Halloween and I was so excited to make this episode until I woke up with a 103 degree fever from the flu.  I was under a deadline and the show must go on.  I’m not thrilled with the lighting, but as we’ve learned, lighting is not something I do well.  Or at all. It was all I could do to keep it together on camera.

This ended up being a show discussed on many of the mom forums for being a clever last minute costume idea and that was the point.  Mission accomplished!!

 

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What the Empress wants, the Empress gets. A cake for Empress, a cake for the rest of us.

The Empress is not impressed. She asks for pyrotechnics. These “thank goodness Customs didn’t open our bags” flower candles from China will do. Step one. Light the “candle.”

Step three. Flower candle opens its petals to reveal that all candles within are now lit. Happy Birthday begins to play from within the candle.

Step Four. The Empress bloodies her knuckles in desperate attempt to devour cake. Or was the cake red velvet inside? You decide.

The flower candle continued to sing Happy Birthday. Miss Boo continued to be freaked out. “Make it stop, Daddy! Make it stop!” Daddy put the candle outside. Five hours later, the candle was still playing. We should have hidden it in the noisy neighbor’s yard.

Not pictured- the birthday lunch at Wei Hong. You locals really need to go there for Dim Sum. Atmosphere, great service, delish food. What’s not to love? How about your baby almost choking to death? Thank goodness for the quick moves of the lovely Chinese server. “I had five babies. Babies choke sometimes.” The Empress rewarded her with a lap full of goo that was once lodged in her throat. We rewarded the server with a large tip.

Check out the dinner conversation with the lovely three year old Miss Boo. Her class is putting on a play about soup.  She has learned five songs for this play, each one to do with soup. The main song rattles off about 20 different types of soup. I’m seriously impressed that three year olds can do this, aren’t you? I can barely remember where I put the baby.

Each child was assigned a soup. My child’s is Alphabet. She informed us tonight that the new kid in class is Ham.

Boo: He’s Ham but I don’t know his name.
Me: Ham-pton?
Matt: Ham-ilton?
Me: West-Ham?
Matt: Moons Over My Ham-my?
Jaden: Birming-Ham?
Matt: Hi, welcome to class. You’re Ham.

Boo studied us both for a moment, not phased in the slightest.

Boo: No, I think his name is Pumpkin Head.

My three year old had to poop.

Boo: Mommy, sit with me.

Me: Ok. Let me cover my nose with my shirt first.

Boo: Good idea. I stink! (Looks down as she goes.) Mommy! Mommy!

Me: What?

Boo: Look! My poop made a Chinese letter. What Chinese word is that?

Me: Oh Boo. Seriously….

Boo: (Stares into toilet) I think my poop spelled Ni Hao! Hello poop! Hello poop!

Me: Well, say goodbye to the poop because it needs to be flushed now.

Boo: Bye poop! Wow, I’m so proud. My poop speaks Chinese!