Last wednesday, I decided to take my marching band on the road for a few shots. Finn decided to have a wardrobe opinion and was determined to wear an old drum shirt that was size 2T. He's small, but not that small! I was not going to argue, so I layered it with a shirt underneath and off we went, marching into the sun. It was a beautiful day, but a little too much sun in the boys' eyes.
So we took refuge from the sun under a bridge...that just so happened to be war-torn and bombarded by paint ball fights and graffiti--not every mother's dream-haven, but fun for pictures.
Ollie's face sooo reminds me of John's family in this shot. He is now 9 months old and what a tough month it has been for him. Two top teeth coming in--he is currently mauling my leg with his teeth as I type:( He crawls at top speed, faster than I can sweep up the Kix off the floor. He likes to grab my two index fingers and tries to pull himself up to stand. Mommy does not like this, because he looks so big when he stands up. He also likes to say "Dh", happily.
John thought it would be fun to climb some rocks. So up, up we went.
However, we did not last too long--Finn had to whiz...then Calvin had to whiz...then Ollie went diarrhea all over John's pants--this was before I realized he had the flu. We were outta there!(only to return once for a quick shot of me and Ollie sans diarrhea, before returning Rebel).