He came running through a yard, feet crunching on the leaves in the grass.
“I got a Heath bar! Do you want it?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
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“Mommy, that means there are two scary chainsaw guys. This one and the one down by our house.”
“No, Buddy. He used to live down by us, but he lives over here now.”
“Nope. There will be two.”
There was only one creepy Michael, but he was certainly enough.
[For more pictures of these costumes that I didn't pick, read this post I wrote about the Infinite Sadness of Halloween.]
I meant to take our annual family portraits, including pictures of the boys individually and together, earlier in the month. But earlier in the month ran away with the rain, wind, and general fall malaise. And then any time the sun decided to shine in the evening, someone was at work or traveling or at practice or grounded for life, and no one wants to look at a picture hanging on the wall when one of the kids was currently grounded for life.
Or, maybe we do want to look at that. Maybe it would be a great lesson. “Remember that time you were grounded for life and mom took our yearly family photo and now it hangs on the wall forever as a reminder of NOT TO DO THAT EVER AGAIN?” Awesome parenting technique right there. Feel free to use it.
Whatever the case, last week we all happened to be home on evening when the sun shone just perfectly, the trees still clung to their leaves, and nary a child was grounded for life. I instructed everyone to dress in the clothes I laid out, busied myself getting picture-ready, and set up the tripod outside.
The family picture was the easiest. Getting a picture of the two boys together remains the most difficult, because they like to joke around and stick their tongues out or make fart jokes or laugh or cross their eyes (LITTLEBROTHER, OMG QUIT THAT) or generally be… kids. You know. Kids. Brothers. Little human beings who like to laugh and make fart jokes and generally be awesome. While I tolerate the fart jokes to a point (NOT AT THE TABLE, OMG), I just wanted to get the pictures taken before the sun dipped too low and we lost the beautiful golden light.
It worked. I don’t know how. I don’t remember what I threatened them with, but I got a series of pictures of them together and separately. They will hang on the wall as a reminder of the time that nobody was grounded for life and mom didn’t even scream at anyone during family pictures.