We've lived in Hog country for almost 3 years, and this is only the 2nd game we've attended. The kids were excited - they were taught to call the hogs in preschool when we first moved - they learned it probably their first week (and taught it to their cousins - hilarious!).

So we got them all dressed in their hogs gear (ignore the Arizona A on Amara's cheek - she says it's for Amara) - and we headed to the game. It's a good crowd tonight for their homecoming - a sea of red.

I am praying that the guy behind me loses his voice. He's yelling so loudly that my hair is moving with his shouts. It's so obnoxious and loud. At least he's not using foul language, but still - my ears are ringing!

It's a beautiful night for a game. Go hogs!

Oh... and I do have to add comments on attire. I will never understand why guys wear suits and girls get all dressed up for games. The guys in the stands with their chests painted to spell out RAZORHOGS make complete sense to me. But the fancy pants.... I'm sorry, but I just don't think I'll ever get used to it. I will also add that I fell into neither category -- I was in jeans and a long-sleeved Razorback shirt. No heels. No pearls. Just in case you were wondering. :)

We are going to a Halloween party tonight, which means a sitter is coming. Friday nights at our house are typically the messiest state of our house for the week - it has suffered a week of neglect and anticipates Saturday chores. When a babysitter is scheduled, that means a frantic cleaning Friday after we get home -- all hands on deck.

I'm not sure how I got so lucky, but my kids love it. I'm not sure there's anything I loathe more!!!

Tonight, we cleaned, we baked (needed a dish for the party), we dyed my hair and painted my face. Then I deemed the house good enough. I heard the kids in their bedroom area and assumed they were playing. I headed to my room to change clothes -- the picture is what I saw. Despite my good enough, they were still going -- washing the window. Dominic is singing, "cleaning is the best," and Amara is negotiating strategy, "you get the top, I'll get the bottom." They're calling out for more soap, asking each other for clean washcloths.

It's completely irrelevant that they're cleaning the mirror with soap and water, which means it will undoubtedly be streakier than before. What makes me so proud is they not only CHOSE to do it, they also did it as such a great collaboration with each other!

This is the sky that greeted us from A's school this morning...

Isn't God the most incredible artist?