I laughed til I cried.

We went to my parent's house this Sunday and somebody put this wig on Twain.

At first, he could barely see and he went flying across the room at light speed straight into the arms of my friend Kristen. He thought she was me.

The look on Twain's was priceless. He looked so bewildered...like "what's so funny guys?"

And I laughed til I cried. I have not laughed that hard in a while. Kids truly are at the mercy of their parents.

Everyone was laughing at him and he was so confused and pleased at the same time. He wanted to be happy.

And in case you've ever wondered what a girl of mine would look like...

...Awesome.

p.s. i love his little pinky.

pumpkin patch 2010

***edited***HAHAHAHA. Hindsight is actually 20/20, not 50/50. I ALWAYS mess up my sayings. John could write a book. Just ask him.

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One of my favorite things about our pumpkin patch is how the sunlight softly filters through the trees and casts a magical glow...

When we arrived, however, it was unseasonably dark and gloomy. As we walked into the patch, I felt a few raindrops. We almost left, but decided to make the best of our venture. If only I had known we were actually going to have some real fall weather, we at least could have bundled up in our fall-colored cute wool sweaters.

Aw well. Hind sight 50/50. So though the patch was a bit stark and dark and we were...um...colorful.

I have completely given up on trying to dress Finn in warm clothes. He pretty much boycotts long pants until December, when I force him to wear them to school(just so they don't think I am a neglectful mother). And he complains the whole time.

Ollie loves to turn his back on my camera, so I have a lot of photos like this.

I heart plaid pants.

Twain's pumpkin/squash/gourde (whatever it is) looks like a lemon to me.

Calvin's got a little twinkle in his eyes.

Finn loves to hug and hold his baby brother. It's so very sweet and always warms my heart.

The wind started to pick up right about here.

Finn took this photo while daddy went to run back to the car for some popcorn. The natives were getting hungry.

We packed little brown bags of popcorn for each kid.

I think it was the highlight of their trip.

The older boys were escorting Twain back to mommy and daddy and he was not so happy about this. He looks so rum, it makes me laugh. Twain is so easy-going, but can also have such a little attitude at times. No-oo-ooo is one of his favorite words.


Twain starting to zone on daddy. I love his little hand.

But he instantly perked up when he spotted the goats. I die from the little pointing finger.

Ollie did not part with his brown bag til every single morsel of popcorn was devoured. Seriously, the popcorn was the best snack ever for a little outing such as this.

And Twain is officially zonked.

Trying to rally for a group photo.

And our one effort for the family photo.

John then escorted the two younger boys back to the car, while Finn, Calvin and I ran around the patch like crazy people making our final pumpkin selections. Finn and Calvin chose some white pumpkins because they wanted to carve storm troopers. I will show you photos of our pumpkins later on. Half of them are on my piano and the other half are still buried in the garage somewhere. I am really excited about them though!

Spinning Webs

Finn was chalk full of news yesterday on the drive home from school.

"Mommy, did you know that male black widow spiders only live for 25 days?"

"Did you know that girl black widows live for 25 years!!!!"

"Boy black widows are not poisonous"

"If a girl black widow bites you it's like getting bit by 15 rattle snakes...and you could die!" he says with a mischievous grin. He is quite pleased with this morbid information.

Unlike his poor mama who is about to call the exterminator Monday. Because we actually do have black widows in our yard. Spooks me out whenever the boys play on the side of the house or behind the shed.

We arrive back at home and I am busy putting Ollie and Twain down for naps. Finn and Calvin disappear for a bit.

I sit down at the computer and Finn waltzes by with a dark beanie on his head. I raise an eyebrow. After all, it is over 80 degrees.

I then check on Finn and Calvin in their room and I find Finn trying to get a dark swim shirt on.

"Are you swimming today?" I ask. I am curious... A beanie and a swim shirt.

"No", Finn answers. I just need to be black.

"Alright!" I figured they were playing Star Wars or something. Maybe trying to be Darth Vader.

I sit back down at my computer, clickety clack.

A few moments later, Finn and Calvin emerge from their room. They come creeping out. They are decked out head-to-toe in black garb. They both have 2 toothpick fangs jutting out of their mouths. And they are carrying little bags of pretzels.

What the....?

"We are black widow spiders", Finn announces.

I grab my camera and follow them out the back door.

Toothpick fangs.

I find Calvin's choice of footwear rather interesting.

And then I saw it. Like really saw it.

Another "What the...?"

I have no idea how or when this web was constructed.

I scan the yard and my eyes settle on a clue.

Don't know where they found the wire. But at least that explains how it was made.

Still don't know when they snuck out back to make it. Sneaky little black widows.

These pretzels aren't just ordinary pretzels. They are acutally spider food...flies, specifically.

They bear no resemblance to actual flies to me...but let's just run with it. This is their game. I am just the reporter.

The "flies" gets carefully spun into the web.

A ravenous black widow goes in for the kill. Yum.

A little black spider ring joins the party.

Two well-fed black widows relaxing in their web.

Don't pay any heed to the sidewalk chalk all over the shed...

I have to say, I never know what to expect with these little boys in my house. They are always up to something.

And seriously, I am going to call that exterminator soon.