Mosey on over, ya'll

Three years ago, I woke up one morning and thought, "I'd really like some banana pudding today."  But there was no banana pudding mix in the pantry, no nilla wafers, no bananas, and only a quarter cup milk.  Poor me.

So I did the next best thing.  I created a blog and titled it bannanapudding!  I even purposely misspelled it on accident.

Since then I've had plenty of banana pudding, I mean the really good kind left in the fridge overnight so it's all mushy.  And so the blog url has lost it's quirky charm.  And seriously, the misspelling has been bothering me for 2 years and 364 days!

So the blog has been moved!  it is now at- appropriately- http://alittleMooreeveryday.blogspot.com And while I may not share a little more everyday on alittleMooreeveryday, I'm sure to share a little more every week or so.

So mosey on over ya'll.

Petrie Park

Yesterday the weather was fall fabulous, so what does that mean? Picnic at the park!!! We have our own custom names for the parks in the Madison area that our kids have created- this helps when trying to decide where we're going.
Dublin Park- the Castle park
Palmer Park- Pizza Park (we met Richard for dinner, with Little Ceasar's)
Windsor Park- y'know, that New One

The Land before Time is not how Petrie Park got it's name.


No, Petrie park is where last year Sam learned for the first time that if boys have really got to go, the nearest potty may be as close as the nearest tree. I am not telling anyone which park or which tree.


We had a competition to see who could get the whale's tail to touch the ground, and Richard won. What a man.


Yes, he needs a haircut. But I still can't help but love the way it sticks up all over the crazy place.


Seriously, could this boy get any cuter? And his two little teeth? too much.

Treats. just lots of treats.

Everyone has posted cute pictures of their kids in adorable costumes trick-or-treating.

I do not.

I only have a picture of what Halloween does to my kids:


Ahhh, candy.

He did it!

Last Friday Richard successfully defended his dissertation. He has a few revisions to the text, but the professors on his committee all approved his research. So for all intents and purposes....

He is now DR RICHARD MOORE!

He had a great group of professors at the University of Memphis, especially Dr. Halford, who have helped him along the way. Thank-you!

Where the wild Things Are

I am almost hysterically excited about this movie. Hannah and Sam are ready to go with me, too!



Richard's more excited about this book adaptation, however. Hannah, not so much. Warning: Richard thinks this is funny.

When I was your age, Pluto was a planet

Hannah and I have a running line:

Me: Hannah, I love you.
Hannah: Well Mom, I love you all the way to Pluto.
Me: I love you all the way to Pluto and back
Hannah: I love you all the way to Pluto and back and back to Pluto again.
Me:I love you all the way to Pluto and back and back to Pluto and back again...

And this continues until we reach our destination, or the chicken nuggets are done cooking, or Josh does something distractingly cute.

So today from the backseat of the car Sam announces:

"Mom, I love all the way to Pluto. And I love you all the way to Micky Mouse. And I love you all the way to Minnie Mouse. And I love you all the way to Goofy. And I love you all the way to Daisy Duck"

Seriously, he was at Goofy before I realized- he thinks Pluto is a dog.


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There haven't been many pictures lately. That's because we keep our pictures on our desktop, named HAL. We recently tried to install Ubuntu on it, and the conflicting Windows/Linux commands have made him a bit crazy. Don't worry. He'll make it.

But we do want to get a new computer in 2010, just so we can name her SAL.

And to anyone who understands why that is funny, well, it's okay to be a geek.

Does it make you a bad parent when...

You turn to your husband at 10:45 Sunday night and ask-
"Richard, did we have dinner tonight?"

and he replies:
"huh.

no.

...and neither did our kids."

And you realize that you sent your son to bed earlier complaining about being hungry (which he does every night), and you told him sorry, it's was too late, and now it's bed time. And you are suddenly even more grateful to the Horrocks for showing up with cookies after bedtime, because that's all your kids got to eat tonight.

What inspired friends!