Nov 082009
 

These two boys may not have chosen us as parents. We were given the blessing of raising these two wild and crazy boy-tornados. They might not always consider it a blessing that we have been entrusted with their care. Perhaps they would have picked someone else (Nana and YiaYia come to mind), especially when they are being sent to time out or told that, no, they simply cannot play Mario Kart during supper. (What horrible parents we are!)

They can, apparently and however, pick our noses. Or at least FireDad’s nose.

Picking Daddy's Nose

This picture was quickly snapped yesterday evening (before I went to Mandy‘s Shutterfly House Party) as my three favorite men sat in the recliner watching the Penn State versus Ohio State game. And, no, we don’t want to talk about the final outcome, thankyouverymuch.

We hope that our readers are experiencing a similarly amusing weekend, sans football outcome woes.

Nov 072009
 

As it is NaBloPoMo, I have to post everyday. As it’s Saturday and I haven’t yet made the chili for our chili series yet this week, I still have to post something. I took some great pictures of the boys separately over the past two days, but I’m saving those to share with you at a later date. I figured a great way to share moments on the weekend, when I don’t have much time to write or even think, would be to share some outtakes. You know, those moments that happen while you’re trying to do something else.

This particular photo came about when I was trying to get the boys to look at me while I stood above them in our leaf pile. They never did. But I like this picture all the same.

Leaves

We never seem to have a nice, dry fall in which the kids can romp in the leaves. Until this year. Today it is 60 degrees. The sun is shining. The leaves have been dry for quite a few days. And so, out we went. They squealed. They laughed. They threw leaves in the air. They jumped into leaves. They tripped on each other. They whined a little bit. They laughed some more.

And I just kept snapping the camera. And occasionally telling one not to sit on the others’ head. You know, the act of mothering in a pile of leaves. I’m still picking leaf parts out of my own hair. They’ll probably still be there when I run into the newspaper later today and, after that, onto a friend’s (Shutterfly House Party) party. Someone might see them, might point out the leaf pieces in my hair. I’ll smile and laugh and say, “Yes, I had a good day with my sons.”

Even when they sat on my head in the leaves.