Pulling wheelies

Husband broke his foot over the weekend by falling down the stairs. He thought it was just sprained, but when he couldn't walk on it the next day, he had it checked out by our family doctor. The doctor just happens to also be a sports medicine practice and Husband came home in a cast up to his knee and crutches.

Crutches are a lot harder to use than he thought and yesterday, I rented a wheelchair. The kids have had fun pushing him around in it. Nubbin is quite good at navigating the kitchen obstacles while Fafa just kept running him into the refrigerator. Hope this isn't a foretelling of how they will drive a car.

Morning facial

There is a reason why I don't give Fafa a lot of yogurt for breakfast. It usually ends up all over his face instead in his stomach.

His answer when I asked him why he did it was something along the lines of 'I painting, momma.' At least I didn't squelch his creativity :)

How long do I have to hold this?

The boys got to pick out their own pumpkins this year and I told them they could pick out any pumpkin just as long as they could carry it. Needless to say, Fafa almost dropped his, but was determined to make sure it was as big as Nubbin's.

Sweet dreams

Fafa got his new big kid bed. Thank you Grandma for the bed frame! He was pretty eager the first day, but has since reverted to his crib. He explained yesterday that he still wants his paci... no paci's in the big boy bed. 'I still a baby, momma!'

He decided he wanted a Transformer blanket and notice he's wide awake. Still getting used to it. bye, bye crib!... eventually.

more A-Maze-ing pictures

our fearless leaders... the flag is for waving at the guy in the tower if we get lost... needless to say, we waved it a lot

Fafa wanted to pick the corn instead of walk through it

Daddy and Nubbin, just hanging out in some corn

Farm machinery is always a hit with our kids

A-maze-ing

pretending to be a scarecrow

climbing to the top of Mt. Hay

fafa didn't want to go on the hayride at first, but was easily convinced by the fact that he got to 'drive' a tractor

fall family portrait

We went to the Green Acres corn maze this past Saturday. The kids had a great time playing in the hay and seeing all the farm equipment and cows. Amazing enough, they were able to name some of the equipment from watching Mighty Machines.

The highlight was getting lost in the corn maze. We thought we'd be in there for 15 minutes and ended up being lost for about 45. Nubbin wore shorts even though it was in the fifties. Fafa and Nubbin could never agree on a direction to take, so we did a lot of 'rock, paper, scissors'... perhaps, that's why we got so lost. All in all, a great way to spend the afternoon!

Juvenile Delinquent

I'm giving the boys a bath the other night and Fafa pops up with a new question. 'What jail mean, momma'. I replied in my "must teach them good moral values" voice, 'Jail is a where they send people who have done bad things. You only go to jail if you're a bad monkey..'

Later, during the bath, I'm washing Fafa and he starts screaming, 'You go to jail, momma!' When I questioned why I had to go to jail, he said, 'because you BAD.' Why am I bad? 'You bad because, because, you do bad thing.' What bad thing? 'You wash me! You wash my hair!!'

If that's the case, I'd end up with a life sentence... little boys can be so cute when they get it wrong :)