Halloween is so great it gets two posts.

The night started out at a friend's house with dinner in a pumpkin–the kid's were really cute with the orange-o-lanterns filled with grapes. 

We got dressed and ready to go trick or treating. Scarlett was a super cute frog. We tried to teach her to ribbit and hop like a frog, but she just thought it was really funny and would get in quite a giggle fit whenever we did it.

Scarlett learns how to say, "Cheese!"

Using her newly learned "cheese" tactic in the field...

Trick or treating was a huge hit...almost too big a hit. Scarlett would not be carried, held, or piggy backed. She had to walk all by herself. Sounds kind of nice, but she tried going to every . single . house.  And don't even think about touching the candy bag!

Overall, it was a super fun night! It makes me miss being little, but we've got Little. Pretty good trade off if you ask me.

Today was the best.

I have yet to convince Michael that Halloween is one of the best holidays. Don't worry I'm working on him.

We went to Gilcrease Orchards to pick our own pumpkins. In Las Vegas! We didn't even go to a real pumpkin patch in Portland...

We started out with a good old free hay ride. Scarlett was a fan.

She's also a fan of picking "puppins". Seriously. We could have left her here for a couple of hours and she would have been happy as...a Scarlett searching for pumpkins.

What a bunch of goons. This picture just cracks me up. I couldn't not put it it.

We found our pumpkin, got some apple cider doughnuts, a half gallon of pear cider, and headed home in our air conditioned car. It was stinkin' hot! We were being a little hopeful with the long sleeves that it would be cooler...

I've been counting down to this for a long time.

Scarlett went to nursery at church today! And I went to class! I seriously waited 5 minutes to make sure she wouldn't freak out and then left. It was wonderful.

I was super excited to be able to sit through and be able to listen to an entire lesson. Although Scarlett's attention span is getting longer, I'm afraid that mine has now dwindled to nothing. I didn't know what to do with my hands since I was so used to waving "come back" or reaching for a book or luring with grapes. I also need to start bringing my scriptures again. They were just safer at home rather than within the reach of a squirrely toddler. Plus, they always ended up open on the chair next to me, which I never really sat in anyway.

I think this is one of my favorite stages (right next to 4-6 month olds). She is just so funny. And she knows it.

Scarlettisms at 18 months:

*Scarlett loves to "help" me cook dinner. This usually entails standing on a step stool, putting things in bowls, spilling things on the floor, and a lot of me saying, "Oh no! Stop!"

*Scarlett will not play outside by herself. She will not play with her toys by herself until someone comes to play with her. She will be your mirror.

*She loves rearranging my pantry. Or maybe we shop at Costco too much? I have to throw out any boxes or the whole pantry will be emptied. (p.s. You like our new tile? I DO!! Ha...anything to draw your attention away from my "super organized" pantry.)

 *I tried to list all the words Scarlett knows and it was over 50. Don't worry, I won't list them for you. On top of that she will parrot just about anything you say.

*Her favorite word is  "no". If she is holding snacks and you look at her (no matter how far away you are), she will pull her snacks away from you and say, "Nooooo!" If you use her chair as a foot rest, be prepared to have your feet pushed off with a loud "NO!" followed up by a pretty good grimace.

*She likes her pink boots. Don't try to make her wear other shoes if she finds those.

*Scarlett loves to dance. It almost seems like an involuntary reflex sometimes.

*She makes an awesome funny face.

*She does have a Chiropractor Daddy. And no, she hasn't been weaned off bottles yet. Only for nap and bed time though...it's the only time she really cuddles...okay....I'm really the one that needs weaning.

(This picture was taken right after we moved in --hence the table, our backs were sore-- 

excuse our mess. Seriously, who takes pictures when they move! It's so disgusting.)

*Elmo is king. Cure for a bad day: Elmo. Cure for not wanting to eat: Elmo. Cure for my sanity: Elmo.

*Scarlett is not ready to be potty trained. I am not willing to pick up poop off the floor....yet.

We definitely like having our little shadow around. I almost feel a little naked when she's not by my side.

This marks one month.

Day 1 (Sunday, Sept 11). Unload all our crap into our house.

Day 2. Sit and veg and do nothing after driving for 2 days and moving all our crap.

Day 3. Michael tears out tile/linoleum. Pick out tile and bring it home.

Day 4. Rent tile saw and get to work! Scarlett gets acquainted with Grandma. 

Day 5. "Finish" tile and return saw with 34 seconds to spare before we go over our 24 hour rental period.

Day 6 (Fri). Leave for St. George and get Benja's take-out for dinner. Mmmmm.

Day 7. Arrive in Logan, UT just in time for Tai and Corey's wedding.

Day 8. Drive to Star Valley.

Day 9-13. Enjoy a week of family, fishing, late night movies, four-wheeling, bon fires with saw dust craziness, chasing chickens, going to see the "hor-hees", and going for rides on the dirt bike.

Day 14. Drive back to Las Vegas.

Day 15. Grout enough of the tile to put in toilets and appliances. 

I'm surprised you're still reading...

Day 16. Michael starts work! But we still hadn't "moved in"...we still don't have toilets mind you. Day 16-18 we stay at my parents', Michael goes to work and I go over to our house to unpack.

Day 19 (Thurs. Sept 29). We finally spend the night in our house!

Day 20-27. Enjoy conference and unpack unpack unpack.

Day 28 (Oct 8). TILE IS COMPLETELY DONE!! Scarlett's bathroom was the last bit.

Day 29. We actually show up at our own ward for the first time.

Day 30. All tile has been grouted!

Day 31. Scarlett has a toilet in her bathroom! Not that she uses it yet, but it's nice to have another option other than the master bathroom.

And tomorrow...aaaa tomorrow...

This ranch-eating monkey turns 18 months old...and gets to go to nursery next Sunday!