Even my four year-olds are good at cracking crab legs. (Thanks, Gary!)

Yesterday was the Coupeville Arts Festival. Because if there's one thing this town likes, it's a festival. I worked our co-op preschool's booth, which was a "Creation Station" where you have mounds of craft supplies and you can make anything you want. My kids loved it, and the fact that I was working the booth meant they could take as long as they wanted to make all kinds of, um, beautiful crafts and crap. Jack has his buddy Hunter up, and they were free to roam the town by themselves. At one point I got hungry and Mitch was nowhere to be found, but I spotted Jack and had him go get me some food. Of course I didn't have any cash on me, so he offered to pay for it, but he wanted to charge me a dollar for the service in addition to paying him back. You can imagine how well that went over after I told him he owed me $563,326.00 for bringing him all his meals for the past 11 years. I did pay Mr. Tightwad back for the food, because I could see he was about to pop a vein with worry for his dwindling wad of cash.

Then we went swimming and Mitch took Jack and Hunter to the movies while I went home with the other three and got to hear some more about their Halloween costumes. Some idiot company sent us a costume catalogue, and now Halloween fever has hit full force. In August. They got so excited that they started making snowflakes out of coffee filters, because everyone knows what's after Halloween, dammit! So far, Olivia wants to be a Dark Angel (kind of like a zombie angel) and Grace wants to be some kind of creepy mummy girl with spiders in her wig. I'm surprisingly sad that the Princess Days are over. I'm not even going to say what Henry wants to be, because it changes by the minute. In fact, he usually changes his costume three times while trick-or-treating.

Today I did a lot of laundry. Jack came in my room this morning covered in dried barf. "I didn't want to wake you up, mom, so I just slept in it." My kids have very sensitive stomachs, and if they eat too much junk food, they tend to vomit. Jack had popcorn, lemonade, and lots of candy at the movies (on top of tons of crab--yum). Mitch even reminded Jack to take a bowl to bed with him, but of course, he forgot. I love the story about the time my sisters took Jack and Henry swimming and snacking at their hotel and both boys barfed all over everyone's toothbrushes.