LET THE WILD RUMPUS STOP!

Bob took this with his cell phone after Thursday Night's Smackdown... Sorry for the blog neglect....but November has been a great month! More pictures coming soon!

FANFARE FOR THE COMMON MAN

who knew uncle pat and aaron copland had the same birthday day?

anyway...here are some of my favorite pics...

uncle pat and diva reese, rere and talon ummmm....cake.....
granny made the best red velvet cake I have ever tasted!

harrison, talon, rylee, jack and sully
that's a lot of boys! wrestling with uncle wes

and the exhausted ride home...harrison didn't really like the flash.

happy birthday uncle pat!

A GLIMPSE INSIDE....

Lolly's kitty colony.
The people that used to live next to Mi-Mi have abandoned their cats. Lolly has been feeding them and feeding them well. They are beautiful cats. Most of them you can't touch, but some are warming up. Here are a few pictures of when we went to feed them on Sunday...

I would like to pause and note that Pop-Pop said these cats are very cool. He even lets them in his building. Pop-Pop loves his building. Here he is on top of it trying to make Harrison's airplane fly better...

so if you are itching to have a wild cat for a pet, just let me know. my friend, chandler, has offered to let me use her humane trap and I have found a place to do the neutering.

I would also like to add that Aunt Beck has her own kitty colony of strays and usually has some babies looking for homes, too.

GET IT BEFORE IT'S GONE!

My boys, never ones to let any piece of debris simply exist in its current state, have come up with a name and a use for Bob's broken down truck- The Bubble Station.
so here it is in a few pics from a recent play date...

I just love to look at the colors swirling around in the bubbles, the crossed-eyes, the concentration...

You, too, can have these magical moments! Just let me know if you would like to have The Bubble Station parked in your driveway for a spell. Arrangements will be made promptly!

"STOP STICKING YOUR ELBOW IN CORNBREAD'S BUTT!"

just another one of those things I've probably never said before and probably wouldn't had I never had kids (yes- that's a triple negative). like at dinner the other night when I kept shouting, "stop rubbing bacon in your eye! stop!" eventually he did and after repeated rinsing, he only slightly looked like I had punched him...wondering if anyone would believe the bacon story and my trying to emulate waffle house...ok the waffle house part is totally believable.

anyway...harrison had a folk art show based on the work of the artist, cornbread. he was very excited. we all know how much he loves his folk art. so we get to the show with a too-tired-and-over-it sully. (I would like to add that sully still has not adjusted to the time change and was in bed at 6:30 this night.) so we locate harrison's painting and he had to get close to it for the picture. I kept pulling him out (between trying to convince sully that it wasn't the end of times) and he kept wedging himself into the corner. the striped shirt you there is that of the visiting artist...

so imagine cornbread looking over his shoulder between handshakes and pictures...wondering why he was being groped by a 40 lb second grader. all the while, I'm trying to motion to harrison that that dude is cornbread- when harrison plants an elbow squarely in the cheeks.

and this is harrison's face when I finally got him close enough to say, "stop sticking your elbow in cornbread's butt. that is cornbread!". eventually, he figured out we were not back there for the view and posed for a picture...

cornbread was a very nice guy and seemed genuinely flattered by the entire show. to read more about his work, click here. and I guess I should add that harrison's painting is the frog.

11th HOUR ASTRONAUT

It's Sully's career day and he decided he wanted to be an astronaut. no problem. We have a massive amount of dress-up clothes. Surely there are some space goodies...ummm no. So after I got the kids in bed, it was time to get cranking. Bob was in another state. I had to go Mcgiver on this one and here is the result...
I had some ink jet iron-ons from a project way back when Harrison was in pre-k. Add google images, lay it out, and flip. The shirt is complete and only slightly burnt from the iron. Then I took aluminum foil and covered his army helmet and rain boots. I added Sully's name to the list of astronauts on the International Space Station logo and glued it on the hat. We flipped Harrison's Bakugan belt around and now you've got Commander Sully! Ready for blast off!

IF YOU ARE KEEPING SCORE...

No, I'm not talking about the election, but about a competition much more fierce....

Bob vs. The Ball PitI kept shouting kidney punch until I realized that the ball pit doesn't have kidneys...oh well.
Bob won.

JUST TWO MORE....

Harrison had a class lesson/ Halloween party at that piano teacher's house and Sully had a Halloween parade at school. I used Bob's phone to take this picture. We do our part to keep Lucas in business and let the ladies take care of Disney... Harrison doing a duet with his teacher, Ms. Smith.

DA DA DAAAA DA, DA DA DAAAAAAAA

So if you don't know....that's the Indiana Jones theme song and it's heard around here often. We had two action packed archaeologist this year and that made for a lot of whip cracking and swinging and saving relics...

Here is the first Dr. Jones. He refused to smile because he said Indiana didn't. We were watching Myth Busters later (the one about the bike flip) and I pointed out that Indiana smiles after the bike is sent flying. Harrison informed me that that only happened because he had completed a mission. Well I got you all dressed and everything ready for Halloween....that's something to smile about, right? ok...so I forgot to paint your five o'clock shadow...you can keep the serious look for now. Here is the other Indiana Jones being a little camera shy... and we're off...
Sully pretending to be exhausted after only two houses...the one next door and the one across the street. but tell him maybe he should go home...
and look what happens!
he's cured!
Luckily, they are not to the pumpkin smashing age or I think this house would have been missing a few things. I'm just kidding. not my boys. ;)

thought this porch looked like a cool cavern in need of excavating
well, except for the wicker chairs.

Harrison played on the sympathy of everyone. He would say he couldn't have milk chocolate and send people running through the house looking for something. I finally told him he just had to say thank you and walk away. Here he is after scoring 5 blow pops.

Sully had to hitch a ride...

the night was over for him and he went back to the house with Lolly, Pop-Pop, and Beck. Bob and Grandpa took Harrison around the block to hit the piano teacher's house. I hid in a magnolia tree to scare them. I think I only got Grandpa. Next year I'll add a chainsaw or something...