We did celebrate Halloween, of course.
And despite it being one of our most favorite times of the year AND despite the fact that the boys had some of their most favorite pals from school join them for trick-or-treating, we still were rather sloppy on the photo ops. Pretty sad, I say.
And with that, we return you to your regular Autumn photos.
The boys unearthed a jumprope in the garage and have attempted to master it. They are boys, you know, not girls. Jumping rope is challenging.
For those of you who are concerned, Digger the Gerbil is still thriving:
And lastly, a concession on my part. Our boys have never, ever slept in our bed (ok, maybe Theo did when he was a tiny infant and nursing and wide awake at 4 a.m., but exhaustion is debilitating, people…).
Jack’s new thing–a habit I willingly admit I embraced this summer at the beach–is to read in bed with me when Russ is out of town. Quite often, I’ll have to go re-tuck in another child or let a dog in (or out) and when I come back to my bed, this is what I find:
Like I can kick him out.
He doesn’t snore (or wiggle).
Neither does Dog.
So now, Jack, son of an English major, pushes the envelope and asks to read in my bed most nights. It’s hard to say no. Last night, he and Dog listened to Mama B’s Nat King Cole cd as they plowed through more of the 5th book in the Percy Jackson series.
I mean, really. Could an English major’s heart soar higher?
Read on, Friends.