Saturday, November 29, 2014

A Bunch of Thanks

{These spectacular photos were done by my good friend Ashley Mhoon}

Two days later and I'm still basking in the glory of turkey afterglow, dessert overload, and the laughter that comes with so much family under one roof.

Thanksgiving Day has come and gone and mine was spent stuffing my face at my parents' house and making sure Nora kept her hands out of the mashed potatoes. However, this bunch didn't forget to count their blessings. Earlier this week I asked my family members to tell me three things they were thankful for, and then recorded their answers for posterity. The food is good, the day off work is great, but it's important to remember the why. There is always something to be thankful for, sometimes you just have to stop and think. Full Disclosure: Nora's may be embellished a little.

Name: Jonathan
Age: 31
Thankful For: "I am thankful for my family because they are my strength. I am thankful for my church because it gives me hope. I am thankful for life because it brought to me my incredible wife, my three children here on Earth, and the one who didn't have to deal with the struggles of this world."

Name: Jessica
Age: 30
Thankful For: "I am thankful for the love of family, the laughter of friends, and every single morning I wake up for the chance to enjoy it."

Name: Nathan
Age: 7
Thankful For: "I am thankful for my family because they play with me and help me with my homework, I am thankful for my toys because if I didn't have toys I would have nothing to play with, and I am thankful for my food because if I didn't have food I would have nothing to eat. And I'm really REALLY thankful for God because He made all of that for us from love."

Name: Owen
Age: 3
Thankful For: "I am thankful for snow, monkeys in the zoo, and my brother and daddy... and Poppy and snackies." {I understand this is more than three things, but I just could not pick and choose after that sentence.}

Name: Nora
Age: 1
Thankful For: "I am thankful for kissies, milky, and brothers who drop food." {Not a quote obviously, but 100% accurate}

In case you're looking for some weekend-after reading material, you should check out the Bauer Blessings from years past and see how they compare {and also see some precious babies}. Click here for last year, click here for 2012, and click here for 2011. Hope your turkey day was spent making memories. Did you save me some white meat?

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Some MOM-ents

Obviously, I'm not one to fall behind on current trends. I'm hip.

If you've looked at the Internet lately, you've heard the phrase "that moment when..." followed by a life event {often unfortunate} that relates the poster to his or her readers, thus encouraging camaraderie and burgeoning friendships. Or something like that. Today I'm here to share a few MOMents and hope you can either relate to me or laugh at me during a stressful holiday week. Without further ado, here are some instances that may have parents shaking their heads in agreement. You know, like that MOMent when...

You smell poop but cannot locate its source.

You realize there's a sippy cup that has been missing for a few days.

You hear the sound of raucous laughter, followed by the sound of screaming.

You hear the pitter-patter of little feet ten minutes after you ninja-ed your way out of the bedroom.

You find a wet spot on the carpet with your foot.

You find a Lego on the carpet with your foot.

You hear the sound of one thousand Cocoa Puffs crashing from the top of the pantry to the bottom.

Demands for milky, snacky, blanky, or some combination begin seconds after you settle into the couch.

Your eye starts to twitch.

You have to move your sleeping child from the car to the bed.

You have to make the decision between a refreshing shower and a ransacked home.

You hear splashing from the bathroom and no one is in the tub.

There's poop on your hand.

I can't be the only one cringing at these memories of real-life situations. I also know I'm not the only one who wouldn't trade it for the world. Although, in the interest of transparency, sometimes I'd trade a few hours of it for an afternoon of uninterrupted TV time. Until that opportunity arises though, I'll tiptoe through a minefield of baby toys and keep better track of milky cups. Happy Tuesday, y'all!

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Monday, November 24, 2014

Stitch Fix Success

{This is not a sponsored post. I just thought Stitch Fix was a cool service and wanted to share it with you. The links used throughout are referral links, though, and if you use them to sign up, I get credit. And you get a high five.}

My second Stitch Fix box arrived last week and while I didn't keep all five pieces, I did add one thing to my fall wardrobe.

I gave this styling service a whirl in September just to see what would happen. I did it because I hate to shop. It's hard to find time to go without the kids, and when I do I have no idea what I'm doing. Every so often I'm lucky enough to have my SIL to act as fashion consultant, but I am lost on my own. I don't know what's trendy, I don't know what works for me, and I don't know how to put stuff together. However, I do like to look cute.

Enter Stitch Fix. When you sign up for this service, you fill out an in-depth style profile {lol at the idea that I have a style profile} and a stylist picks and chooses five pieces to send you. You can do purses and jewelry, but I opted out, and you set your price ranges accordingly. When you get your box, you have three days to decide what to keep and what to return in a prepaid envelope. There is a "styling fee" of $20 that is deducted when your box is shipped, but it goes toward whatever pieces you keep. If all else fails, you're only out $20. Which is exactly what happened to me the first round.

When returning my last fix, however, I was specific on the reasons I didn't like each item. I adjusted my profile and actually asked for what I wanted to see. For Round Two, I specified cozy fall staples. I also asked for another pair of jeans and told my stylist what I need for a good fit.

I did peek at the names of my items once my shipping email arrived last week, and my hopes were high. Sweaters galore and a pair of skinny jeans were headed my way. The anticipation grew when I saw that box sitting on my front porch and I immediately enlisted Nathan as fashion photographer. Do not judge his skills by his model:

ONE: This sweater is so soft! The color combo is a good one for me, too, but it's just kind of frumpy. It was more flattering sans button-up, but not enough to shell out $78. There was much deliberation, but frugality won. VERDICT: SENT BACK

TWO: This was a keeper from the moment I slipped it on. I knew this flowy cardigan was coming my way, but I wasn't sure of the color. I was hoping for a brighter shade but ended up loving it. VERDICT: KEPT

THREE: I was excited about this chunky-knit sweater. Then I put it on and I looked like a square. It's so short and boxy that it makes me look wider than I am, and ain't nobody got time for that. VERDICT: SENT BACK

FOUR: The jeans I'm wearing in the third photo are my fix jeans. They look just like my jeans in the other three photos, except they don't fit as well. For $98, they better fit like a glove. VERDICT: SENT BACK

FIVE: Just no. When I put this shirt on, Nathan said, "You look like a back-up dancer!" This black V-neck was not only too tight, but $68 for a long-sleeved tee. VERDICT: SENT BACK

There you have it, folks. I got this cardigan for much cheaper than I'd pay in store because of the deducted style fee and credits. Despite the fact that only one item worked, I'm still calling it a success. I didn't have to shop, I got a package in the mail, and they're getting a better idea of what I like. I will give it at least one more go. Maybe I'll get to use the 25% discount for keeping the whole thing. Third time's the charm?

Now it's your turn. Fill out a style profile here and schedule for your first fix today. I am of the opinion that shopping is much more fun when you don't have to do it. Happy Monday, y'all!

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Chef Daddy: Creamy Potato Soup

Some days are just soup days.

If you could see the view from my window, you'd know today is one of them. The grey skies and drizzly rain call for something warm and filling. It's a good day for a big pot of goodness and Chef Daddy has just the thing. While gloomy autumn days often call for a vat of chili, sometimes nothing hits the spot like creamy potato soup.

This recipe is adapted from my mother-in-law, and is a favorite throughout the family. We've served it with sandwiches for an easy way to feed the masses during cold weather celebrations. It's very rich and a little thicker than many potato soups. Do note that it gets thicker with time, so don't worry if it's watery at first. If you start too thick, you could end up with mashed potatoes.

It's so simple you may have everything you need on hand already. Obviously you need potatoes, then grab an onion, butter, milk, and heavy cream and you have soup! I top mine with bacon, diced green onion, and shredded cheese. You might like chunks of ham or a dollop of sour cream, too. Load it up, my friends!

Variation: My sister-in-law also cooked this recently and she tossed in a couple handfuls of shredded cheese while cooking rather than on top {or perhaps in addition to}. It made the soup a lovely yellow color, and even creamier than before. Try this if you could use a little more cheese. Go ahead and snag the recipe card above. Just click to enlarge and then save it. Get a pot going tonight to bring warmth to this grey day. Although all grown-ups who have tried this have sung its praises, I regret to report that Nathan did not:

Please don't let this deter you, though. His words were, "This tastes just like potatoes! I love potatoes, but I really love pizza Lunchables." So, take that with a grain of salt. Stay warm and dry today, y'all, and be sure to give this recipe a try. It's simple, it's comforting, and it's good.

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Mama's Thanks

Thanksgiving, Thursday, and theme all start with the same consonant blend. Let's do this.

In keeping with the series I made up last week, I'm here a week before turkey day to count my blessings. Three of the biggest blessings in my life are the ones I met in sterile hospital rooms. Although "mama" is not the only word that describes me, that role has shaped the person I've become. Today I want to talk about why I'm thankful for those who call me that {even if it is 23 times in succession}. Also, I'm limiting it to five words, each with a one-sentence explanation. You're welcome.

Wisdom: Not just in the matter of straight As, either.
Advice: For a seven-year-old, this little boy knows what he's talking about.
Faith: He has so much more than a mustard seed.
Support: This list doesn't sound like it's made for a kid, but it is.
Compassion: If only the rest of the world cared this much about others.

Smile: Whether mischievous or innocent, it can light up the night.
Safe: This feeling is a two-way street between us, I think.
Rainbow: He is the hope that followed the storm of loss.
Humor: The knock-knock joke about the cow is his best material.
Trust: He thinks I can scare away any monster, and he makes me start to believe it myself.

Kiss: She puckers up for a kiss every time our eyes meet.
Joy: When she lays her head on my chest, my heart is full.
Eyes: This girl smiles so big with just her baby blues.
Sister: She loves those Bauer Boys so big and so hard.
Whole: I never knew how much our family was missing her.

These three top my list when it comes to giving thanks. They are the brightest lights in my life, and I'm so appreciative of what they've taught me in the short time they've been hanging around. Come back next week and I'll flip the tables. I wonder what the Bauer Bunch is thankful for this year? Happy Thursday, friends!

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Wordless Wednesday

Today's post is about a baby judging me. Just what you wanted to see when you clicked over, right?

Here are some photos of Nora critiquing my blog to help get you through the rest of the week. It's apparent she thinks I have no idea what I'm doing, and she's more than a little concerned with my photography post-processing skills. This is going to get silly. Don't say I didn't warn you.

"Mother, I'm not sure of the point you're trying to convey here. Your self-deprecating humor is taking away from the importance of college savings."

"And this photo of Brubber {sp} is atrocious. Clearly this cap does not seamlessly blend."

"Seriously. I could do better than this and I chew on my own feet."

"Just let me edit a few points and make some of the more obvious corrections."

"Actually, let me bring up a new window and start it all over for you."

This has been lessons in blogging with Nora Bauer. I hope it made you do one of three things: A) laugh with me, B) laugh at me, C) smile because that baby is so darn cute, even through the rude facade. Sorry about the misleading title, but you've learned to expect that from me. Happy Hump Day, y'all!

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Bang for Your Bucks: AR529

I can barely remember to keep his lunch box packed, so who here thinks I have Nathan's college savings plan in order?

The obvious answer is no, and that would be the correct answer, as well. When it comes to thinking about saving for my kids' college, my initial reaction is fear because three kids means three gigantic sums of money. However, my second reaction is this: no big deal. My kids are young, I only have one in school, and college isn't on the radar. I'll figure it out when I get there, and hopefully they'll excel in academics or athletics and it won't even be an issue. This weekend I heard from a few speakers at an Arkansas Women Bloggers event that made me see my line of thought for what it is: wrong.

Nathan is seven years old. He will be a high school senior in a mere 10 years. As much as that sentence pains me to type, it is the truth. I need to be doing everything I can to help fund his first step into the real world, and Arkansas' 529 plan, known as The Gift Plan or simply AR529, may be the best way to to it.

As opposed to just chunking some money into a savings account that will maybe gain 50 bucks in the decade I'm waiting to use it, this plan will help me see that money grow. I have the option of what percentage of my investment goes into stocks versus bonds, and the minimum requirement is only $15 a month. Anyone can contribute to your child's account, too, and that donation is tax deductible. For instance, if grandma is feeling charitable and wants to give, she can claim whatever she gives on her own taxes up to $10,000.

Other points:

  • There's no limit to how this money is spent. It can be used at any federally recognized college around the globe, whether two- or four-year, vocational or graduate institutions.
  • If Nathan keeps his second-grade track record throughout high school and ends up with a full ride to school, the money in his account can be rolled over to either or both of his siblings.
  • If you feel so inclined, you can use UGift to send a simple code to friends and family who wish to give to your child's savings, making the process very easy.
  • This would be the perfect baby shower gift. You can't tell me those name-brand shoes your friend's baby girl will wear twice can compare to the start of her future.
  • The annual fee for owning this account is just $75 for every $10,000 saved.

    The ins and outs of this plan really piqued my interest as a better alternative for saving, however, the real life application shared by Gwen Moritz of Arkansas Business hit home. She used this plan to fund her sons' education and it was nice to hear that it's possible someone can actually make this work. The most assuring thing she said is that it's never too early to start, but it's never too late, either.

    College tuition is so much higher than when I was in school, and I can't imagine that trend will reverse any time soon. It's harder and harder for kids to "put themselves through college." I absolutely understand that many can and will, but if there is anything I can do today to lessen that burden, I'm going to do it. Any money they don't have to worry about when it comes to their education will help. That's why I want the money I save to give me the biggest return possible.

    Now the idea of having a pot of money ready when the time comes is all well and good, but it's the first step that's most important. Making the account and setting up a deposit plan that's right for you is the hard part, saving is easy.

    There's no good reason for me not to start. What's stopping you?

    While it's fresh on your mind, go check out the AR529 Web site and let it explain better than I can. If you are already saving, high fives all around, but if it's something you want your future self to worry about, why don't you do her a favor? You know you'll be glad you did. Happy Tuesday, y'all!

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  • Monday, November 17, 2014

    Bloggers on Moss Mountain

    It's been a few days since I traveled back down Moss Mountain, friends, but I'm still starstruck.

    I was lucky enough to visit the home of the one and only P. Allen Smith with a group of Arkansas Women Bloggers. Although our mission was to learn about the AR529 plan, which is an incredible way to save for your kids' college costs, I was just as excited to step foot onto Moss Mountain Farm. I will be back tomorrow to share about this wonderful method of sending a kid {or three} to college, but today I'm going to fan girl.

    Three southern bloggers carpooled bright and early Friday morning and made our way toward Little Rock. As the scenery changed from interstates and buildings to fall color and winding roads, our excitement grew. Four miles, three miles, two miles. With every turn we were that much closer to actually seeing this gorgeous property in person. Allen {that's what I call him now, Allen} has always been a gardening idol of mine and his decorating style is amazing. He is everything I love about Better Homes and Gardens come to life, basically. Therefore, let me share a few pictures that I snapped on the farm and line out some favorites:

  • Two words: Sleeping. Porch. This man has a porch dedicated to sleeping. The three beds overlooking the gorgeous Arkansas River are specifically designed for naps. Also, there's an enormous tub on said porch. I may have decided to see what the view looked like from there.

  • Every single window in this house has a breathtaking view. Whether it was the terrace garden from the windows at the farm sink or the rolling river seen from the upstairs toilet, there's a vista to take in no matter what you are doing. Literally.

  • His kitchen is out of my dreams. Although we both know I don't run the kitchen, I still like to look at it, and my dream is white on white on white. There's something about crisp clean cabinets and appliances with subtle pops of color {think a bowl of limes} that makes me grin. This was the garden home kitchen, with a few extras. Anyone out there own a warming oven?

  • Allen regretted to inform us that we were three days too late for garden color. There were a few bright pops in the roses, but most of the flowers gave up last week. I didn't make it all the way into his acre of vegetables, but you better believe that's where I'll stay if I'm lucky enough to visit in spring or summer.

  • We had such a blast with Allen himself. He was extremely personable despite the fact that he probably has people in and out of his house all day. He stayed with us during speakers, joined us for lunch, and hosted a blogger-style game of Family Feud {red team for the win}. I loved meeting him and sincerely appreciated his hospitality.

  • We dined, met, and mingled in a barn next door to the garden home. I hesitate to use the word "barn" even though that's exactly what it was, because I could easily move in there. Pictures of various produce Allen painted himself lined the walls, and the huge reclaimed wood tables were lined with burlap and varieties of gourds I'd never seen before. I knew his fall decor would be lovely, but I couldn't get past the pumpkins in the barn, for heaven's sake.

  • We didn't see the entire farm because it was freezing {and there are 600 acres}, but we made it a point to see the Poultry Palace. This chicken coop is amazing and I'm almost certain it's bigger than my house. The coop was closed up for the cold night by the time we made it, but we did get to peek at a few of Allen's heritage chickens in another area.

    It was a dream come true to get free reign over Moss Mountain Farm, and I'm thankful for the opportunity. I had a wonderful time spending the day with my friends, catching up with a few I met at this year's conference, and meeting several for the first time. Thank you so much to everyone who made the day possible. It was the first visit for the three Southwest Arkansas Bloggers who attended, but hopefully it won't be the last.

    {Stop by my friends' blogs: Alicia writes at Simple Words by A and Sharla's over at Look At What You Are Seeing.}

    Have a very happy Monday, my friends, and please come back tomorrow. Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and really nice friends can benefit from the information I'll have to share. Now is better than later when it comes to preparing to pay for college, and the plan I'm going with will do much more than sit in a savings account.

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  • Friday, November 14, 2014

    Our Friday Five

    I know Friday's posts have been reserved for Chef Daddy, but let's shake it up a bit.

    This week I have my Five on Friday to catch you up on the exciting happenings of the last couple weeks. I can assure you Chef Daddy's skills will be back soon and it seems like the perfect time to share his potato soup recipe. For now, though, let me share what's been going on with the bunch. I should start by letting you know exactly where I am today...

    ONE: I'm at P. Allen's house. By the time you read this we will be on a first initial, middle name basis. Yes, I'm spending today at Moss Mountain Farm, home of famed gardener and television personality P. Allen Smith. He invited a crop of Arkansas Women Bloggers to hang out at his gorgeous place and learn about Arkansas' college investing program, the GIFT Plan. I'll be back next week to spread the knowledge, but if you're itching to see what's going on, follow along on Instagram. Garden selfies galore.

    TWO: By now you have heard that Garth Brooks is coming to Arkansas. I don't know, however, if you've heard that I will be there. I knew this incredible concert would sell out in seconds and I was nervous. I had the Ticketmaster app downloaded, I created an account, and my payment info was entered. Despite the fact that I felt my heart stop when the clock struck sale time, I tapped as fast as I could and snagged some impressive seats. Most bucket lists feature trips to remote islands, daredevil stunts, or backpacking across Europe. This concert tops mine. I am stoked.

    THREE: I spent three evenings last week completing my online hunter's education course, I took the written final Friday {made a 94, thank you very much} and I bought my first hunting license Saturday. Legal beagle right here, y'all. Jonathan and I spent the weekend in a tree stand and although I didn't shoot anything but a target, it was wonderful to spend time together. Hopefully I'll be back with some delicious venison recipes soon.

    FOUR: Second-grade is getting serious, y'all. Nathan finished his first building project this week - a suspension bridge. He made a Popsicle stick road, a dowel rod bridge structure, and a Styrofoam river. The kid mixed colors until the paint was exactly how he wanted it, then he carefully glued his pieces together and literally watched it dry. The only downside was the major meltdown Owen had when he realized his brother glued cars to his model. Regardless of a three-year-old's tantrum, Nathan was proud and so was I.

    FIVE: We have yet to attend our first actual physical therapy session for Nora, but I can already report progress. For the first time in all of her sixteen months, that baby stood up! I held her hands, she pushed herself up, and then used my knees for balance. She even stood at the coffee table several times for a few seconds until her booty weight took over. I know this isn't ground-breaking news, but I'm so proud to see it. She'll be pulling books off shelves in no time!

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    Thursday, November 13, 2014

    The Little Things

    {Even if one of those little things is a blurry iPhone photo of your kids, one of whom is on a see-food diet.}

    You might not believe it if you stepped outside, but it's fall, y'all!

    Arkansas is gorgeous this time of year, but I'm not one to rush out for a pumpkin spice latte. I don't understand how to tie scarves in a fancy fashion. I don't even like pie {save for lemon icebox which isn't exactly a fall staple}. However, the worst thing about fall is how quickly it's over. My indifference toward this season of change is dwarfed by my hatred of winter, and let me tell you - it is coming. History books are being rewritten because my father-in-law posted a picture of snow at his central Arkansas home. SNOW. This is unacceptable. Therefore I am breaking my blog silence {due to the fact that my brain is still reeling after snatching up Garth Brooks tickets} with a nod toward the fleeting fall. It's Theme Thursday*, friends!

    Every year I write a Thanksgiving post outlining my family's thanks. We always stick to the biggies {faith, friends family}, but I also want to see the little things. We are still two weeks from the official holiday post, but boy, do I have thanks to give. In every moment, there are blessings to count. Now relax and grab a piping hot pumpkin something or another and check out a few of the little things I'm thankful for right now on this cold autumn afternoon:

  • Bun warmers in the car. And I'm not talking about keeping your lunch toasty, either.
  • The fact that Jonathan starts the shower for me each morning and makes the coffee before I get out.
  • That Owen shares animal cookies with his sister when the morning commute is too long.
  • Warm clothes, coats, and socks for my children - even if Owen is anti-sleeves.
  • Nathan's prayers at bedtime and the fact that he won't let me forget about them.
  • Lunch with friends. Lunch with margaritas. Lunch with friends AND margaritas.
  • The ending of Daylight Saving Time.
  • Being the favorite target for Nora's sloppy open-mouthed kisses.
  • Waking up warm every morning, even if I see one or two extra faces in my bed.
  • Waking up every morning, period.
  • Bright pansies bravely fighting the cold in my flower bed.
  • The gigantic, heavy brown throw blanket I carry around my house.
  • Every single "kiss-n-hug" Owen gives. Even if there are a dozen rounds at drop-off.

    Writing this made me smile, and I hope it did the same for you. I'm of the opinion that everybody needs a smile. This is just a peek into my life right now, in this pumpkin-flavored season. The thing about seasons, both literal and figurative, is that you can't stop their change. Open your eyes to the one you're in and actually see it. There's a chill on the air and winter is coming. Make the most of what you have now. What are you thankful for today?

    * I just made that up. Flying by the seat of my pants here, thanks to Garth Brooks.

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  • Monday, November 3, 2014

    Two Treats and A Trick

    {Maybe calling Owen a trick sounds a little unfair, but have you met the kid?!}

    Halloween has come and gone and all three of my kids still have candy left from the big night.
    {Which is impressive since only two dressed up.}

    On Friday night we took Wonder Woman, the Red Ranger, and their brother Owen door-to-door with hopeful buckets and a chill on their cheeks. We drove past Elsas and Rapunzels, witches and ghosts, and even a professional wrestler. Every time a Spiderman wandered by, Owen would casually mention, "Hey! I was going to be Spiderman." We begged, bribed, pleaded, and even tried to stuff him into his costume. Nope. When this kid's mind is made up, it is done. Lucky for him he's cute enough that the few doors we let him knock on gave him candy anyway.

    Oh well. It's not the first time this has happened. There was a certain three-year-old who decided four years ago that dressing up was for the birds. I can't get mad at Owen for keeping the tradition alive.

    Once the cold air chased us back inside, Owen ended up having a blast greeting the other neighborhood kids and giving out heavy-handed portions of candy. He'd open the door with a "Happy Halloween!!" and wait patiently to hear the magic words. Nora remained on alert at the window, watching for the next round of headlights.

    Nathan was obviously at the table sorting the loot during this time. He's the only one who's not allergic to anything and not a baby, so he made out just fine. That awesome Power Ranger suit paid off in Reese's cups, Snicker's, and other peanut-associated treats. Poor Owen eventually climbed into a chair next to him and made a "yummy" pile and a "makes me sick" pile. We made up for his loss in cheese balls and pretzels.

    That's our Halloween story and I'm sticking to it. Check out a few more pictures from our night dedicated to the momentarily cooperative Bauer kids {cooperative, but sneaky}:

    Happy Monday, y'all! May your evening be filled with fun-size Twix, two-pack Kit Kats, and the oddly delicious orange Tootsie Rolls your kids will leave at the bottom of the bucket.

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