and the winner is…


Jack, Tucker, Theo, and I all had strep this week.  Good times.  Theo was the last to be diagnosed–on Wednesday–so Friday morning, after having several doses of antibiotics in us all, we headed to our beach house…where russ promptly proceeded to catch a terrible cold.  We were able to get out and about some Friday night but today has been filled with short little jaunts to the beach by myself with the boys in tow (Russ has met up with us later).  Didn’t take my camera out today, but I so wish I had–the sunset and waves and joy of the boys to be free and running was incredible. I did get a few great shots last night, however…and if you’re going to be sick and/or recuperating, the beach isn’t too shabby a place where to do it.

First up, J and his lego creation:  Ducks on a Pond.  Having never, ever been very talented with legos, I am constantly amazed at J’s skill and creativity with them…must be an engineering gene in there somewhere.

At “Orange Beard’s Island”…Russ created a tall tale about Orange Beard who hid treasure and…well, you know the rest.  The water sprinkler (or “turd twirler,” as my parents used to call such a sprinkler in the “pond” in front of their first residence in Bogart, Ga.) provides the bubbles of Orange Beard’s now sunken ship…


Not so sure why I’m loving vertical pictures of late…but it does capture Tuck’s dangle from the jungle gym fairly well…

Bridge near Orange Beard’s–I was quite far away from J and T at this point…a bit nervewracking but the picture turned out well.  And the boys didn’t fall in and, when T is concerned, that’s always a good thing.



I have a picture of Jack spilling sand through his hands when he was about 2 years old; it’s on the wall in his bedroom.  There is something so nostalgic and sweet and innocent about it–much like in this picture above.

J’s new “serious” pose; T completely contemplates how to get in the pond on the golf course (and shows off his perfectly upturned Bedingfield nose…).

quintessential fall…city-style

Russ:  “Tuck, do you know how to rake leaves?”
T:  “Yes!  Yes, I do!”
Russ:  “You do?  How?”
T:  “From Char-wee b-wown!”


And so begins our minimalist leaf pile and jumping experience…

After punting T as our official raker (Charlie Brown didn’t really teach him how to rake into a pile…more like raking into a line), Russ managed to scarf up enough leaves so the boys could pounce on them with minimal danger (of course, with T involved, this is all relative…).


That last shot is terribly blurry but it absolutely captures T’s joy!

“I’m camo-fwah-ged!”

Sweet Jackers was under the weather today, so we were thrilled to see him out for some fresh air.  And fresh air with a leaf pile means an opportunity to try to smother your brother…

Our little mini-pile is such a great precursor to the pile of leaves their Grandpa corrals in Charlottesville over Thanksgiving, but it’s so nice to see our little city boys getting back to nature.  Big props to the one tree in our front yard for donating its leaves tonight!

November already?

Bakugan, anyone?  Tuck has a new fascination:  Bakugans.  No, he has no idea what to really do with them (Russ looked it up and the gist is this:  ball up your Bakugan; roll it over a metal card and it pops open in full winged/beaked/scaled glory.  Your opponent does the same.  If both open, you are brawling–I found this term pretty funny–from then on it devolves into a complicated numerical ordeal that was lost on me because I was laughing too hard at the notion of magnetic rolly-critters “brawling”.)  Best I can figure, it’s jazzed up marbles for the 2009 set.  They fit perfectly in Theo’s mouth, which is an added bonus.

Speaking of Theo…our little guy is such a dream.  He signs lots of words now and has also really started talking, though Russ isn’t too keen on Theo calling him “mama.”  Theo would spend every waking moment outside if we let him…

On to our little artist…

J has always had a love of art and words.  Three nights ago, he created this all on his own.  It’s an anatomy chart of one’s “botee” (gotta love phonetical spellings).  He had so much fun doing this that we decided to make a lifesized project out of it for a playdate.  I had some rolls of art paper so we laid them out, traced around his, T’s and their playmate’s bodies and let them get to work…


Jack managed to draw in “lugs” (lungs), “fete” (feet), “fod” (food…can’t go hungry, you know) and “tume” (tummy) in addition to the usual parts.  There’s a certain doctor up in heaven smiling right about now…