Our little fox doesn't say much, but he really enjoyed collecting candy during trick or treat in the rain tonight!
Luke recycled his costume from last year because who wouldn't want to be a rocket ship two years in a row?! Cheaper for me!!!
One day I'll get a picture of them together that looks nice. Obviously not today.
At 31 years, 1 month and 10 days. I haven't put eyeliner around my whole eye in years! (Was heading to a party.)
A week or so ago, Nathan backed up while getting ready to go down our slide and fell about 4.5 feet from our swing set. I was standing at the ladder. I do not know how he was not hurt -- he landed on his shoulders/back/neck region. I seriously thought that maybe I shouldn't move him and just call 911. But, he was fine except that he bit his lip. Seriously, there is no reason that he was fine. It was awful. I called the pediatrician but by the time they called me back he was acting like his normal self. So much to be thankful for.
Our swing set was the previous homeowner's and it was very old and unsafe and we had been meaning to take it down. But we didn't and just were watching to make sure the boys were safe on it. Well, that night I pulled the slide off with my bare hands and also broke the ladder rungs so they couldn't climb up to the platform. The whole swing set is now dismantled.
These kids, I swear.
Tonight, Luke, who is recovering from a cold, went to school today, and didn't nap, asked to go to bed at 7:30. Yikes. Nathan cried for an hour when he woke up from his nap (teeth and cold) and was mad when Hal put him to bed. I can't wait to see how they are tomorrow.
But then there are these moments. This picture makes me so happy. I looked up from checking email yesterday (my birthday!) and these two were like this. What a great birthday present.
And here's Luke on the first day of school:
I have no idea what happened to make Luke so anti-birthday this year. Was it the fireworks on "America's Birthday?" Was it that Nathan got all messy on his birthday? We have no idea. He was super upset about his birthday, though. He burst into tears the other night when I sang "Happy Birthday" to him! I did not think that the birthday hating started at age 3.
Due to major protests when we mentioned his birthday, we ended up having a "baseball party" or a "party for no reason."
Instead of singing "Happy Birthday," we sang "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." Could he look more glum about it?
BUT! He loved presents. He got all sorts of things, and especially love his automatic pitcher.
(He also got that bengals jersey. He is sleeping in it.)
We celebrated with family. I was proud of my photo collage I did for him today:
