Domestic Bliss,  Holidays and Celebrations,  Jack,  Liam,  New Orleans

Censored

Oh man, lots of things on my mind, most of them improper for public consumption.  The emotional load has been heavy lately, for a number of reasons, mostly related to extended family troubles (finance troubles, health troubles, all flavor and manner of trubs).  Nothing too juicy, I promise – I’m not meaning to be a tease.  I suppose my point is that it’s hard to write about things when what you want to write about it inappropriate, but it’s what’s on your mind, and it kind of crowds out the other things.  Right?  Write?  Write right rite?

Anyway, I am going to try to shake that off, and just give happy fun pictures instead, of a recent trip to the puckin’ pohm, which is what Jack calls the pumpkin farm.

He smiles like this a lot, biting his lower lip. In the car on the way to the patch!
They both ran down to the field where the pumpkin people lay out the pumpkins in a faux-on-the-vine fashion, and tried to pick every one of them up.
Someone mistook this round orange thing for a pumpkin and ran off to purchase him from the stand, but luckily I was able to correct the misapprehension before he loaded Liam into the trunk of his car.
I kid!
Three uncooperative subjects. This was our best group shot.

 

Nothing runs like a Deere. This is reminiscent of a photo from his first year there! Which I will now try to go find!
Aaaand here it is. Same pumpkin patch, 2009. Took me a while to find it.
And in keeping with the theme of self-torture, here's my squishy baby before he was cruelly replaced by a self-important, bossy little toddler. Pumpkin Patch 2010.

 

Pumpkin Patch 2011. Was he cuter at 4 months, or 16? You be the judge!

 

2 Comments

  • Carrie

    Cuter at 16! They just get cuter and cuter! Until they go through an ugly patch around 13, and then back to cute!

    Also, I think you made Jack’s 2011 shorts out of 2009 shirt! 😀

  • RG

    Carrie – that’s little boy fashion. Plaid plus solid. The only way to mix it up is to alternate whether the plaid goes on top or bottom – or, if you’re feeling really crazy, throw in a shirt with a decal on it.

    I love my boys, but boy fashion is BORING.