old macdonald had a farm

Don't panic. I am alive.

Barely.

You see, Luke is out of town for a few days which means I'm flying solo. Translation: at the end of the day, my bed is my new best friend. I'm not even kidding. Have you met my child?! He's a darling little boy about the size of your average kitchen trash can. If you haven't seen him then just listen because it's very easy to hear him seeing as how he talks non-stop.

While he runs around me in circles. With Savannah on his heels. And Wonder Pets on TV in the background.

Now do you see why I'm exhausted at the end of the day? In fact, the little guy was so eager to start our day together this morning that he woke up at 4:45. You read right. FOUR FOURTY FIVE IN THE MORNING. And not even some snuggle time in Mommy's bed could convince him to go back to sleep. He was kind enough to play with my hair, though, while we were laying there. It was a sick joke, really, because just as I was about to drift off to sleep, he'd grab a handful of hair and pull really hard. Thank you, Austin. And even though early mornings with my son really are a sweet time, this morning's debacle made me want to march myself into the nearest Walgreens and demand that they point me in the direction of the No Doze. Needless to say, I am SO looking forward to having my sister over this afternoon and welcoming my sweetie home late, late tonight.

But enough about these last few days. Let's back up a little bit so I can tell you about some of our most recent adventures. Because that's what The Keiffers are all about...Adventure. First of all, some of you might be aware that Halloween is just around the corner. And by "around the corner" what I really mean is this Saturday. It's no secret by now that Halloween is my least favorite holiday. BUT. There is one thing that I do love about it and that is picking out a super cute costume for Austin to wear. This year he was Old MacDonald. Remember? I've mentioned it before so this should come as no surprise to you. There are no words for the massive amounts of cuteness so I'll just show you a picture instead. Here he is folks...Old MacDonald and his "farm."

I told you! No words. Oh, you want to see it again? Well, ok.

Seriously, this put a smile on my face for the rest of the day. I cannot tell you how excited he was when I put his costume on him to wear for the Storybook Parade at his school. He kept calling the hat his "cowboy hat" and the pitchfork a "fork." Little did I know that getting him into his costume would be the easy part of the day. You see, it had rained...and rained...and rained...the night before; thus, causing some of the roads to flood. Most of these low water crossings exist near his school.

Cool, right?

So there we were. Trying to get Old MacDonald and his farm to school. The first road we tried was closed. No big deal. I just went a different way. Imagine my shock when it was blocked too. However, I noticed that several cars were heading down that road, so like the smart girl I am, I decided to follow. Don't worry. I wouldn't have done something like this if I wasn't 99.9% sure I could get through. As we approached the low water crossing and watched several cars smaller than mine make it through, I couldn't help but feel as if Austin wasn't Old MacDonald after all. Suddenly, he was Noah riding in an ark that strangely resembled my red Escape. Ironic, right? Seeing as how if I'd REALLY screwed things up and misjudged this route we would be needing a serious escape. Obviously, we made it through with no problems, which is a good thing seeing as how the only paddle we would've had was Austin's pitchfork. Something tells me that just wouldn't have cut the mustard.

No one was more relieved to pull into that parking lot than me. And Noah? Well, he was just thrilled to pieces to walk up to his class in all his Old MacDonald glory.

I feel like there is just so much more I could tell you, but I just got a text from Luke saying they were leaving Dallas. This means that he'll be home much sooner than I expected. SCORE! It also means that it's time to kick it into high gear and get this pigsty cleaned up so he won't think I'm completely out of control when he's gone. Because what he doesn't know can't hurt him.

Happy Wednesday, friends!!